You weep! Caroline, Caroline! O my goodness; it is just five-and-twenty minutes to the first dinner-bell, and you are crying! For God's sake, think of your face! Are you going to be a Gorgon?
And you show the marks twice as long as any other, you fair women.

Squinnying like this! Caroline, for your Louisa's sake, do not!' Hissing which, half angrily and half with entreaty, the Countess dropped on her knees.

Caroline's fit of tears subsided.

The eldest of the sisters, she was the kindest, the fairest, the weakest.
'Not,' said the blandishing Countess, when Caroline's face was clearer, 'not that my best of Carrys does not look delicious in her shower.

Cry, with your hair down, and you would subdue any male creature on two legs.
And that reminds me of that most audacious Marquis de Remilla.