I wonder when in the world you're going to do anything, Rudolf? said my brother's wife. My dear Rose, I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants ( one's income is ever quite sufficient, you kw), I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-in-law to that charming lady, his countess. Behold, it is eugh! You are nine-and-twenty, she observed, and you've done thing but- Kck about? It is true. Our family doesn't need to do things. This remark of mine rather anyed Rose, for everybody kws (and therefore there can be harm in referring to the fact) that, pretty and accomplished as she herself is, her family is hardly of the same standing as the Rassendylls. Besides her attractions, she possessed a large fortune, and my brother Robert was wise eugh t to mind about her ancestry. Ancestry is, in fact, a matter concerning which the next observation of Rose's has some truth. Good families are generally worse than any others, she said. Upon this I stroked my hair: I knew quite well what she meant.