"And I have come round to your way of thinking as regards hustings addresses," he said.

"In nine cases out of ten--at least, nineteen-twentieths of the House will furnish instances--one can only, as you justly observed, appeal to the comprehension of the mob by pledging oneself either to their appetites or passions, and it is better plainly to state the case and put it to them in figures." Whether the Baronet knew what he was saying is one matter: he knew what he meant.
Wilfrid was cavalier to Lady Charlotte Chillingworth, of Stornley, about ten miles distant from Hillford; ninth daughter of a nobleman who passed current as the Poor Marquis; he having been ruined when almost a boy in Paris, by the late illustrious Lord Dartford.

Her sisters had married captains in the army and navy, lawyers, and parsons, impartially.

Lady Charlotte was nine-and-twenty years of age; with clear and telling stone-blue eyes, firm but not unsweet lips, slightly hollowed cheeks, and a jaw that certainly tended to be square.

Her colour was healthy.
Walking or standing her figure was firmly poised.