given in a whisper, "our branch of the St. Clare family is little, if any, better than the Raynors——"
"Mamma, how can you say so?" burst forth Lydia. "It is not true. And the Raynors have always been as poor as church mice."
"And—I was going to say," went on Mrs. St. Clare with equanimity—"he is the heir to Eagles' Nest."
Lydia sat back in her chair, a scowl on her brow. She could not contradict that.
"In most cases of this kind there are advantages and disadvantages," quietly spoke Mrs. St. Clare, "and I tried, as I tell you, to put the one side against the other, and see which was the weightier. On the one hand there is his profession, and his want of connections; on the other, there is Eagles' Nest, and his own personal attractions. You are looking very cross, Lydia. You think, I see, that Daisy might do better."
"Of course she might."