I like to look on.

The amusing thing," she went on, addressing Mr.Salvin, who, owing to his lameness, was accommodated with a chair, "the amusing thing about a party is to watch the people--coming and going, coming and going." "Last time we met," said Mr.Salvin, "was at the Farquhars.

Poor lady! She has much to put up with." "Doesn't she look charming ?" exclaimed Miss Eliot, as Clara Durrant passed them.
"And which of them... ?" asked Mr.Salvin, dropping his voice and speaking in quizzical tones.
"There are so many ..." Miss Eliot replied.

Three young men stood at the doorway looking about for their hostess.
"You don't remember Elizabeth as I do," said Mr.Salvin, "dancing Highland reels at Banchorie.

Clara lacks her mother's spirit.