She came in the other night to tell me that a Captain Somebody had proposed to her after six minutes of acquaintance, and laughed more gaily over it than I ever saw her.
It's part of her education, of course; probably it was wise to postpone it no longer.

I wait with curiosity to hear her opinion of this world at the end of July.' Mrs.Ormonde mused.

Mr.Newthorpe walked about a little, then asked: 'What do you prophesy of their future?
'Of whose future ?' 'Egremont's and his wife.' 'You are premature.

He is not married.' 'Oh, then you are not altogether without news ?' 'I shall take you into my confidence.

I find the responsibility a little too burdensome.