And all because we can't bear to be seen when we 're in any of our pickles.

I wish you wouldn't look at me, Mr.Harrington.' 'You look very pretty.' 'It 's quite impossible I can now,' said Polly, with a wretched effort to spread open her collar.

'I can see myself a fright, like my Miss Rose did, making a face in the looking-glass when I was undressing her last night.

But, do you know, I would much rather Nicholas saw us than somebody! 'Who's that ?' 'Miss Bonner.

She'd never forgive me.' 'Is she so strict ?' 'She only uses servants for spies,' said Polly.