To me she's always been civility itself.

She dabbles in literature, likes to collect a few of us in her drawing-room, but mention a clergyman, a bishop even, nay, the Archbishop himself, and she gobbles like a turkey-cock.

I've been told it's a family feud--something to do with an ancestor in the reign of Charles the First.

Yes," he continued, suffering check after check, "I always like to know something of the grandmothers of our fashionable young men.

In my opinion they preserve all that we admire in the eighteenth century, with the advantage, in the majority of cases, that they are personally clean.