"She is the wife of a Prince," she said.
"We are all princes here," said Mr.Wentworth; "and I don't know of any palace in this neighborhood that is to let." "Cousin William," Robert Acton interposed, "do you want to do something handsome?
Make them a present, for three months, of the little house over the way." "You are very generous with other people's things!" cried his sister.
"Robert is very generous with his own things," Mr.Wentworth observed dispassionately, and looking, in cold meditation, at his kinsman.
"Gertrude," Lizzie went on, "I had an idea you were so fond of your new cousin." "Which new cousin ?" asked Gertrude.
"I don't mean the Baroness!" the young girl rejoined, with her laugh.

"I thought you expected to see so much of him." "Of Felix?
I hope to see a great deal of him," said Gertrude, simply.
"Then why do you want to keep him out of the house ?" Gertrude looked at Lizzie Acton, and then looked away.
"Should you want me to live in the house with you, Lizzie ?" asked Clifford.
"I hope you never will.

I hate you!" Such was this young lady's reply.
"Father," said Gertrude, stopping before Mr.Wentworth and smiling, with a smile the sweeter, as her smile always was, for its rarity; "do let them live in the little house over the way.

It will be lovely!" Robert Acton had been watching her.

"Gertrude is right," he said.
"Gertrude is the cleverest girl in the world.