He loved Jane, and always sprang straight at her, his big paws resting on her shoulders.

These courtesies, however, he did not extend to Meg.

The high-bred setter had no other salutation for the clay-colored remnant than a lifting of his nose, a tightening of his legs, and a smothered growl when Meg ventured too near his lordship.
"Come up, my dear, and let me look at you," were Mrs.Cavendish's first words of salutation to Lucy.

"I hear you have quite turned the heads of all the gallants in Warehold.

John says you are very beautiful, and you know the doctor is a good judge, is he not, Miss Jane ?" she added, holding out her hands to them both.