You saw the dress my mother pressed upon her for the ball--Genoese velvet and Venetian lace! Its cost would have bought a handsome house.

She was inclined, too, to appear as a young mother at the festival, and I assure you that she looked fairly regal in the magnificent attire.

But this morning, after she had bathed the little boys, she changed her mind.
Though my mother, and even my grandmother, urged her to go, she insisted that she belonged to the twins, and that some evil would befall the little ones if she left them." "That is noble!" cried Els in delight, "and if I should ever---.

Yet no, Isabella and I cannot be compared.

My husband will never be numbered among the admirers of another woman, like your detestable brother-in-law.