Oh! you should see a Portuguese nobleman smile.

O mio Deus! honeyed, my dears! But Evan has it not.

None of you English have.

You go so.' The Countess pressed a thumb and finger to the sides of her mouth, and set her sisters laughing.
'I assure you, no better! not a bit! I faint in your society.

I ask myself--Where am I?
Among what boors have I fallen?
But Evan is no worse than the rest of you; I acknowledge that.