And the Countess of Fleetwood's position, her duty to society, her dispensing of splendid hospitality, the strengthening of her husband to do his duty to the nation, the saving of him from a fatal step-from Rome; these were considerations for a reasonable woman to weigh before she threw up all to be off on the maddest of adventures.

'Inconceivable, my dear child!' Lady Arpington proceeded until she heard herself as droning.
Carinthia's unmoved aspect of courteous attention appeared to invoke the prolongation of the sermon it criticized.

It had an air of reversing their positions while she listened to the charge of folly, and incidentally replied.
Her reason for not fearing Roman Catholic encroachments was, she said, her having known good Catholics in the country she came from.

For herself, she should die professing the faith of her father and mother.
Behind her correct demeanour a rustic intelligence was exhibited.

She appreciated her duty to her marriage oath: 'My husband's honour is quite safe with me.' Neither England nor religion, nor woman's proper devotion to a husband's temporal and spiritual welfare, had claims rivalling her devotion to her brother.