What one saw was not buckram, whalebone, paint, and false hair.

It was all human,--hardly feminine, certainly not angelic, with perhaps a hint in the other direction,--but a human body, and not a thing of pads and patches.
Lizzie, as she saw her aunt, made up her mind for the combat.

Who is there that has lived to be a man or woman, and has not experienced a moment in which a combat has impended, and a call for such sudden courage has been necessary?
Alas!--sometimes the combat comes, and the courage is not there.

Lady Eustace was not at her ease as she saw her aunt enter the room.

"Oh, come ye in peace, or come ye in war ?" she would have said had she dared.