Publisher's Synopsis
'Are you to be at Lady Clonbrony's gala next week?' said Lady Langdale to Mrs. Dareville, whilst they were waiting for their carriages in the crush-room of the opera house. 'Oh yes! everybody's to be there, I hear, ' replied Mrs. Dareville. 'Your ladyship, of course?' 'Why, I don't know-if I possibly can. Lady Clonbrony makes it such a point with me, that I believe I must look in upon her for a few minutes. They are going to a prodigious expense on this occasion. Soho tells me the reception rooms are all to be new furnished, and in the most magnificent style.' 'At what a famous rate those Clonbronies are dashing on, ' said Colonel Heathcock. 'Up to anything.' 'Who are they?-these Clonbronies, that one hears of so much of late' said her Grace of Torcaster. 'Irish absentees I know. But how do they support all this enormous expense?' 'The son WILL have a prodigiously fine estate when some Mr. Quin dies, ' said Mrs. Dareville. 'Yes, everybody who comes from Ireland WILL have a fine estate when somebody dies, ' said her grace. 'But what have they at present?'
