My secret suspicion is, that she is a person of no birth whatever, wherever her money came from.

A fine woman--yes; still to be admired, I suppose, by some kind of men; but totally wanting in the essentially feminine attractions.
'There was no party, so to say.

I will describe the people present, beginning with the insignifacants.
'First, Mr.Parsley, the curate of Beckley.

He eats everything at table, and agrees with everything.

A most excellent orthodox young clergyman.
Except that he was nearly choked by a fish-bone, and could not quite conceal his distress--and really Rose should have repressed her desire to laugh till the time for our retirement--he made no sensation.