"I dislike the _embarass_ of making it." "Indeed!" was the reply of the old lady; "and get it slopped over in the saucers, and as cold as milk! You always were lazy, Emma--and given to use those French words.

I'd rather stick a printed label on my forehead, for my part, 'I speak French,' and let the world know it in that way." "Who makes tea for you in general ?" asked Mrs.Vane, telegraphing a contemptuous glance to Isabel behind her grandmother.
But the eyes of Lady Isabel fell timidly and a blush rose to her cheeks.
She did not like to appear to differ from Mrs.Vane, her senior, and her father's guest, but her mind revolted at the bare idea of ingratitude or ridicule cast on an aged parent.
"Harriet comes in and makes it for me," replied Mrs.Levison; "aye, and sits down and takes it with me when I am alone, which is pretty often.
What do you say to that, Madame Emma--you, with your fine notions ?" "Just as you please, of course, grandmamma." "And there's the tea-caddy at your elbow, and the urn's fizzing away, and if we are to have any tea to-night, it had better be made." "I don't know how much to put in," grumbled Mrs.Vane, who had the greatest horror of soiling her hands or her gloves; who, in short, had a particular antipathy to doing anything useful.
"Shall I make it, dear Mrs.Levison ?" said Isabel, rising with alacrity.
"I had used to make it quite as often as my governess at Mount Severn, and I make it for papa." "Do, child," replied the old lady.

"You are worth ten of her." Isabel laughed merrily, drew off her gloves, and sat down to the table; and at that moment a young and elegant man lounged into the room.

He was deemed handsome, with his clearly-cut features, his dark eyes, his raven hair, and his white teeth; but to a keen observer those features had not an attractive expression, and the dark eyes had a great knack of looking away while he spoke to you.

It was Francis, Captain Levison.
He was grandson to the old lady, and first cousin to Mrs.Vane.Few men were so fascinating in manners, at times and seasons, in face and in form, few men won so completely upon their hearers' ears, and few were so heartless in their hearts of hearts.