"Oh, yes," said Gwendolen, with a high note of careless admission, taking off her best hat and turning it round on her hand contemplatively. "I wonder what sort of behavior a delightful young man would have? I know he would have hunters and racers, and a London house and two country-houses--one with battlements and another with a veranda. And I feel sure that with a little murdering he might get a title."
The irony of this speech was of the doubtful sort that has some genuine belief mixed up with it. Poor Mrs. Davilow felt uncomfortable under it. Her own meanings being usually literal and in intention innocent; and she said with a distressed brow:

"Oh, yes," said Gwendolen carelessly. "A delightful young man would have hunters, and a London house and two country-houses - one with battlements and another with a veranda. And I feel sure that with a little murdering he might get a title."
Poor Mrs. Davilow said, distressed:
