Poor Jane, she was almost growing tart in her partizanship of Oliver.

The little brown girl was no dove of peace. Her father decidedly
triumphed in the mortification that her sex was to others of the
family; and though he averred that the birth of a son would not have
made him change his mind, he was well satisfied to be spared the
attack which would have ensued. Oliver, like Jane, appeared to
regard the poor child as a wilful offence, and revenged himself by a
letter announcing that Clara would be his heiress, information which
Mrs. Frost kindly withheld from her granddaughter, in the hope of a
reconciliation.

Lord Ormersfield took James in hand, undertaking to make him hear
common sense; but the sense was unfortunately too common, and the
authoritative manner was irritating, above all when a stately warning
was given that no Church-preferment was to be expected from his
influence; whereupon James considered himself insulted, and they
parted very stiff and grand, the Earl afterwards pronouncing that
nothing was so wrongheaded as a conscientious man. But they were too
much accustomed to be on respectfully quarrelsome terms to alter
their regard for one retort more or less; and after all, there were
very few men whom Lord Ormersfield liked or esteemed half so much as
the fearless and uncompromising James Frost--James Frost--as he
curtly signed himself, in spite of all Louis's wit on Rolands and
Olivers--and yet those soft satirical speeches did more than all
direct attacks to shake his confidence in his own magnanimity; more
especially because Fitzjocelyn always declared himself incompetent to
judge, and never failed to uphold that he was so far right, that his
ministry must stand above all worldly considerations.