And the inhabitants are straight-backed too, of course." "My dear sister," said Felix, "the inhabitants are charming." "In what style ?" "In a style of their own.

How shall I describe it?
It 's primitive; it 's patriarchal; it 's the ton of the golden age." "And have they nothing golden but their ton?
Are there no symptoms of wealth ?" "I should say there was wealth without symptoms.

A plain, homely way of life: nothing for show, and very little for--what shall I call it ?--for the senses: but a great faisance, and a lot of money, out of sight, that comes forward very quietly for subscriptions to institutions, for repairing tenements, for paying doctor's bills; perhaps even for portioning daughters." "And the daughters ?" Madame Munster demanded.

"How many are there ?" "There are two, Charlotte and Gertrude." "Are they pretty ?" "One of them," said Felix.
"Which is that ?" The young man was silent, looking at his sister.

"Charlotte," he said at last.
She looked at him in return.