Dr.
Grant and Mrs.Norris were seldom good friends; their acquaintance had begun in dilapidations, and their habits were totally dissimilar.
After a short interruption Mr.Rushworth began again.

"Smith's place is the admiration of all the country; and it was a mere nothing before Repton took it in hand.

I think I shall have Repton." "Mr.Rushworth," said Lady Bertram, "if I were you, I would have a very pretty shrubbery.

One likes to get out into a shrubbery in fine weather." Mr.Rushworth was eager to assure her ladyship of his acquiescence, and tried to make out something complimentary; but, between his submission to _her_ taste, and his having always intended the same himself, with the superadded objects of professing attention to the comfort of ladies in general, and of insinuating that there was one only whom he was anxious to please, he grew puzzled, and Edmund was glad to put an end to his speech by a proposal of wine.

Mr.Rushworth, however, though not usually a great talker, had still more to say on the subject next his heart.