She had the heart which is at our primal fires when nature speaks.
She gave the promise to call on Mrs.Marsett and sing to her.
'An afternoon?
Oh! what afternoon ?' she was asked, and she said: 'This afternoon, if you like.' So it was agreed: Mrs.Marsett acted violently the thrill of delight she felt in the prospect.
The ladies Dorothea and Virginia, consulted, and pronounced the name of Marsett to be a reputable County name.

'There was a Leicestershire baronet of the name of Marsett.' They arranged to send their button-blazing boy at Nesta's heels.

Mrs.Marsett resided in a side-street not very distant from the featureless but washed and orderly terrace of the glassy stare at sea..