"My maid shall pack up," she repeated.

"Bonte divine, what rubbish! I feel like a strolling actress; these are my 'properties.'" "Is the play over, Eugenia ?" asked Felix.
She gave him a sharp glance.

"I have spoken my part." "With great applause!" said her brother.
"Oh, applause--applause!" she murmured.

And she gathered up two or three of her dispersed draperies.

She glanced at the beautiful brocade, and then, "I don't see how I can have endured it!" she said.
"Endure it a little longer.