It was a principle of hers, pampering our poor sex with swinish solids or the lightest ambrosia, never to let the accompanying cordial be other than of the finest quality.

She knew that clowns, even more than aristocrats, are flattered by the inebriation of delicate celestial liquors.
'Now,' she said, after Harry had gulped as much of the dose as she chose to administer direct from the founts, 'you must accord me the favour to tell me all about yourself, for I have heard much of you, Mr.Harry Jocelyn, and you have excited my woman's interest.

Of me you know nothing.' 'Haven't I ?' cried Harry, speaking to the pitch of his new warmth.

'My uncle Melville goes on about you tremendously--makes his wife as jealous as fire.

How could I tell that was your brother ?' 'Your uncle has deigned to allude to me ?' said the Countess, meditatively.