Lady Charlotte preceded him, and she turned, waiting for him to rejoin her.

He had taken his flagellation in the right style, neither abashed nor at sham crow: he was easy, ready to converse on any topic; he kept the line between supple courtier and sturdy independent; and he was a pleasant figure of a young fellow.
Thinking which, a reminder that she liked him drew her by the road of personal feeling, as usual with her, to reflect upon another, and a younger, woman's observing and necessarily liking him too.
'You say you fancy I should like the person you call Lady Ormont ?' 'I believe you would, my lady.' 'Are her manners agreeable ?' 'Perfect; no pretension.' 'Ah! she sings, plays--all that?
'She plays the harp and sings.' 'You have heard her ?' 'Twice.' 'She didn't set you mewing ?' 'I don't remember the impulse; at all events, it was restrained.' 'She would me; but I'm an old woman.

I detest their squalling and strumming.

I can stand it with Italians on the boards: they don't, stop conversation.

She was present at that fencing match where you plucked a laurel?
I had an account of it.