And she, who could say to her husband, 'I guard my rooms,' without sign of the stage-face of scorn or defiance or flinging of the glove, she would have to be captured by siege, it was clear.

She wore an aspect of the confident fortress, which neither challenges nor cries to treat, but commands respect.

How did she accomplish this miracle of commanding respect after such a string of somersaults before the London world?
He had to drive North-westward: his word was pledged to one of his donkey Ixionides--Abrane, he recollected--to be a witness at some contemptible exhibition of the fellow's muscular skill: a match to punt against a Thames waterman: this time.

Odd how it should come about that the giving of his word forced him now to drive away from the woman once causing him to curse his luck as the prisoner of his word! However, there was to be an end of it soon--a change; change as remarkable as Harry Monmouth's at the touching of his crown.

Though in these days, in our jog-trot Old England, half a step on the road to greatness is the utmost we can hop; and all England jeers at the man attempting it.