Pity the Countess!' 'Oh! the Countess! the Countess!' exclaimed Rose to Drummond's pathetic shake of the head.

She and Drummond were fully agreed about the Countess; Drummond mimicking the lady: 'In verity, she is most mellifluous!' while Rose sugared her lips and leaned gracefully forward with 'De Saldar, let me petition you--since we must endure our title--since it is not to be your Louisa ?' and her eyes sought the ceiling, and her hand slowly melted into her drapery, as the Countess was wont to effect it.
Lady Jocelyn laughed, but said: 'You're too hard upon the Countess.

The female euphuist is not to be met with every day.

It's a different kind from the Precieuse.

She is not a Precieuse.