Everybody in the house wore a happy expression of countenance, except the monkey, who was too busy.
As we mounted the stairs I saw more kings of England painted on the back-windows.

Mrs.Waddy said: 'It is considered to give a monarchical effect,'-- she coughed modestly after the long word, and pursued: 'as it should.' I insisted upon going to the top floor, where I expected to find William the Conqueror, and found him; but that strong connecting link between John Thresher and me presented himself only to carry my recollections of the Dipwell of yesterday as far back into the past as the old Norman days.
'And down go all the kings, downstairs,' I said, surveying them consecutively.
'Yes,' she replied, in a tone that might lead one to think it their lamentable fate.

'And did the people look at you as you drove along through the streets, Master Richmond ?' I said 'Yes,' in turn; and then we left off answering, but questioned one another, which is a quicker way of getting at facts; I know it is with boys and women.

Mrs.Waddy cared much less to hear of Dipwell and its inhabitants than of the sensation created everywhere by our equipage.

I noticed that when her voice was not melancholy her face was.
She showed me a beautiful little pink bed, having a crown over it, in a room opening to my father's.