Only I know it was abominable, because Miss Rose was so vexed, and you were her dearest friend.' 'Well, and about the looking-glass ?' 'That was at night, Mr.Harrington, when I was undressing of her.

Miss Rose has a beautiful figure, and no need of lacing.

But I'd better get down now.' 'For heaven's sake, stay where you are.' 'I tell her she stands as if she'd been drilled for a soldier,' Polly quietly continued.

'You're squeezing my arm with your elbow, Mr.
Harrington.

It didn't hurt me.