But, dear me, that makes us insurgents!" She laughed, being slightly frivolous.

Her elders had the proper sentimental worship of youth and its supposed quality of innocence, and caressed her.
At the ringing of the second dinner-bell, Mr.Pole ran to the foot of the stairs and shouted for Arabella, who returned no answer, and was late in her appearance at table.

Grace concluded, Mr.Pole said, "Letter gone?
I wanted to see it, you know." "It was as well not, papa," Arabella replied.
Mr.Pole shook his head seriously.

The ladies were thankful for the presence of Mr.Barrett.And lo! this man was in perfect evening uniform.

He looked as gentlemanly a visitor as one might wish to see.