There's the Carrington, as you call her, I met her with such a pair of eyes, and old George looking as if he'd been licked, at her heels; and there's Drummond and his lady fair moping about the lawn, and my mother positively getting excited--there's a miracle! and Juley 's sharpening her nails for somebody, and if Ferdinand don't look out, your brother 'll be walking off with Rosey--that 's my opinion.' 'Indeed,' said the Countess.

'You really think so ?' 'Well, they come it pretty strong together.' 'And what constitutes the "come it strong," Mr.Harry ?' 'Hold of hands; you know,' the young gentleman indicated.
'Alas, then! must not we be more discreet ?' 'Oh! but it's different.

With young people one knows what that means.' 'Deus!' exclaimed the Countess, tossing her head weariedly, and Harry perceived his slip, and down he went again.
What wonder that a youth in such training should consent to fetch and carry, to listen and relate, to play the spy and know no more of his office than that it gave him astonishing thrills of satisfaction, and now and then a secret sweet reward?
The Countess had sealed Miss Carrington's mouth by one of her most dexterous strokes.

On leaving the dinner-table over-night, and seeing that Caroline's attack would preclude their instant retreat, the gallant Countess turned at bay.

A word aside to Mr.George Uplift, and then the Countess took a chair by Miss Carrington.