Since then, my West India estate has been turned into specie; that specie, the bulk of my fortune, placed on board a vessel; that vessel lost, at least we think so--she has not been heard of." "My dear cousin." "Do you comprehend that now I am cooler than ever to all young gentlemen who have large incomes, and" (holding out her hand like an angel) "I must trouble you to forgive me." He kissed her lovely hand.
"I esteem you more and more," said he.

"You ought, for it has been a hard struggle to me not to adore you, because you are so improved, _mon cousin."_ "Is it possible?
In what respect ?" "You are browner and charitabler; and I should have been very kind to you--mawkishly kind, I fear, my sweet cousin, if this wretched money had not gone down in the _Tisbe."_ "Hallo!" cried the viscount.
"Ah!" squeaked Lady Barbara, unused to such interjections.
"Gone down in what ?" said Ipsden, in a loud voice.
"Don't bellow in people's ears.

The _Tisbe,_ stupid," cried she, screaming at the top of her voice.
"Ri tum, ti turn, ti tum, tum, tum, tiddy, iddy," went Lord Ipsden--he whistled a polka.
_Lady Barbara (inspecting him gravely)._ "I have heard it at a distance, but I never saw how it was done before.

_It is very, very pretty!!!!"_ _Ipsden.

"Polkez-vous, madame ?"_ _Lady Barb.