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Dashwood nodded sulkily. He had a vague idea that Ralph was making fun of him in some way. Still, he was understood to say that such was his precise meaning. Lady Dashwood rose and walked off in the direction of the house; she had to see to the comfort of her expected visitors.
"I hope you will dine with us tonight, Mr. Darnley," she said. "Just Sir George and Mary, with Vincent here -- nothing more than a quiet family party."