He is an ignorant, uneducated little fellow, but worth two of his sister, all the same.

After all, he's got a heart.

I have known him do kind things, but she has nothing but a temper." Meanwhile, at the luncheon table of the Stop-gap the new and mysterious arrival, Miss Fregelius, was the subject of fierce debate.
"Pretty! I don't call her pretty," said Miss Layard; "she has fine eyes, that is all, and they do not look quite right.

What an extraordinary garment she had on, too; it might have come out of Noah's Ark." "I fancy," suggested the hostess, a mild little woman, "that it came out of the wardrobe of the late Mrs.Monk.You know, Miss Fregelius lost all her things in that ship." "Then if I were she I should have stopped at home until I got some new ones," snapped Miss Layard.
"Perhaps everybody doesn't think so much about clothes as you do, Eliza," suggested her brother Stephen, seeing an opportunity which he was loth to lose.

Eliza, in the privacy of domestic life, was not a person to be assailed with a light heart, but in company, when to some extent she must keep her temper under control, more might be dared.
She shifted her chair a little, with her a familiar sign of war, and while searching for a repartee which would be sufficiently crushing, cast on Stephen a glance that might have turned wine into vinegar.
Somewhat tremulously, for unless the fire could be damped before it got full hold, she knew what they might expect, the little hostess broke in with-- "What a beautiful singing voice she has, hasn't she ?" "Who ?" asked Eliza, pretending not to understand.
"Why, Miss Fregelius, of course." "Oh, well, that is a matter of opinion." "Hang it all, Eliza!" said her brother, "there can't be two opinions about it, she sings like an angel." "Do you think so, Stephen?
I should have said she sings like an opera dancer." "Always understood that their gifts lay in their legs and not in their throats.