Indeed, there was much true refinement in Mrs.Gluck.You had not been long in her house before she found an opportunity of letting you know that she prided herself on connection with the family of the great musician, and under her roof there was generally some one who played or sang well.

It was her dire that all who sat at her dinner-table--the English people, at all events--should be in evening dress.

She herself had no little art in adorning herself so as to appear, what she was, a lady, and yet not to conflict with the ladies whose presence honoured her.
In the drawing-room, a few days after the arrival of Mrs.Lessingham and her niece, several members of the house hold were assembled in readiness for the second dinner-bell.

There was Frau Wohlgemuth, a middle-aged lady with severe brows, utilizing spare moments over a German work on Greek sculpture.

Certain plates in the book had caught the eye of Mrs.Bradshaw, with the result that she regarded this innocent student as a person of most doubtful character, who, if in ignorance admitted to a respectable boardinghouse, should certainly have been got rid of as soon as the nature of her reading had been discovered.