Sullivan Smith...

at the castle...' She responded to the salute, and Mr.Sullivan Smith proceeded to tell her, half in speech, half in dots most luminous, of a civil contention between the English gentleman and himself, as to the possession of the loveliest of partners for this particular ensuing dance, and that they had simultaneously made a rush from the Lower Courts, namely, their cards, to the Upper, being the lady; and Mr.Sullivan Smith partly founded his preferable claim on her Irish descent, and on his acquaintance with her eminent defunct father--one of the ever-radiating stars of his quenchless country.
Lady Dunstane sympathized with him for his not intruding his claim when the young lady stood pre-engaged, as well as in humorous appreciation of his imaginative logic.
'There will be dancing enough after supper,' she said.
'If I could score one dance with her, I'd go home supperless and feasted,' said he.

'And that's not saying much among the hordes of hungry troopers tip-toe for the signal to the buffet.

See, my lady, the gentleman, as we call him; there he is working his gamut perpetually up to da capo.

Oh! but it's a sheep trying to be wolf; he 's sheep-eyed and he 's wolf-fanged, pathetic and larcenous! Oh, now! who'd believe it!--the man has dared...