We've knocked him over, and march in victorious--eh, my lady ?' 'Oh!' exclaimed the Countess, 'if Mr.Raikes shall indeed have listened to my inducements!' 'Deuce a bit of inducements!' returned Andrew.

'The fellow's ashamed of himself-ha! ha! Now then, Louisa.' While they talked, Juliana had loosed Dorothy and Alec, and these imps were seen rehearsing a remarkable play, in which the damsel held forth a hand and the cavalier advanced and kissed it with a loud smack, being at the same time reproached for his lack of grace.
'You are so English!' cried Dorothy, with perfect languor, and a malicious twitter passed between two or three.

Mr.George spluttered indiscreetly.
The Countess observed the performance.

Not to convert the retreat into a total rout, she, with that dark flush which was her manner of blushing, took formal leave of Lady Jocelyn, who, in return, simply said: 'Good-bye, Countess.' Mrs.Strike's hand she kindly shook.
The few digs and slaps and thrusts at gloomy Harry and prim Miss Carrington and boorish Mr.George, wherewith the Countess, torn with wrath, thought it necessary to cover her retreat, need not be told.

She struck the weak alone: Juliana she respected.