The ladies had a moment for counsel over a music-book, for Arabella was about to do duty at the piano.

During a pause, Mr.Pole lifting his white waistcoat with the effort, sent a word abroad, loudly and heartily, regardless of its guardian aspirate, like a bold-faced hoyden flying from her chaperon.
They had dreaded it.

They loved their father, but declined to think his grammar parental.

Hushing together, they agreed that it had been a false move to invite Lady Gosstre, who did not care a bit for music, until the success of their Genius was assured by persons who did.

To suppose that she would recognize a Genius, failing a special introduction, was absurd.