"What grace! Is she beautiful ?" "Very." Burnamy had not obtruded his knowledge, but somehow Mrs.March did not like his knowing who she was, and how beautiful.

She asked March to look, but he refused.
"Those things are too squalid," he said, and she liked him for saying it; she hoped it would not be lost upon Burnamy.
One of the waitresses tripped on the steps near them and flung the burden off her tray on the stone floor before her; some of the dishes broke, and the breakfast was lost.

Tears came into the girl's eyes and rolled down her hot cheeks.

"There! That is what I call tragedy," said March.

"She'll have to pay for those things." "Oh, give her the money, dearest!" "How can I ?" The girl had just got away with the ruin when Lili and her hireling behind her came bearing down upon them with their three substantial breakfasts on two well-laden trays.