He explained certain military figures in the boxes opposite, and certain ladies of rank who did not look their rank; Miss Triscoe, to Mrs.March's thinking, looked their united ranks, and more; her dress was very simple, but of a touch which saved it from being insipidly girlish; her beauty was dazzling.
"Do you see that old fellow in the corner chair just behind the orchestra ?" asked Burnamy.

"He's ninety-six years old, and he comes to the theatre every night, and falls asleep as soon as the curtain rises, and sleeps through till the end of the act." "How dear!" said the girl, leaning forward to fix the nonagenarian with her glasses, while many other glasses converged upon her.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know him, Mr.March ?" "I should consider it a liberal education.

They have brought these things to a perfect system in Europe.

There is nothing to make life pass smoothly like inflexible constancy to an entirely simple custom.
My dear," he added to his wife, "I wish we'd seen this sage before.