I have no other word, though he is your grandson.
I never heard him say a good word of any mortal soul, or do a kind action." "Thank you, Mr.Belsize," says the lady.
"But the others are capital.

There is that little chap who has just had the measles--he's a clear little brick.

And as for Miss Ethel----" "Ethel is a trump, ma'am," says Lord Kew, slapping his hand on his knee.
"Ethel is a brick, and Alfred is a trump, I think you say," remarks Lady Kew, nodding approval; "and Barnes is a snob.

This is very satisfactory to know." "We met the children out to-day," cries the enthusiastic Kew, "as I was driving Jack in the drag, and I got out and talked to 'em." "Governess an uncommonly nice woman--oldish, but--I beg your pardon, Lady Julia," cries the inopportune Jack Belsize--"I'm always putting my foot in it." "Putting your foot into what?
Go on, Kew." "Well, we met the whole posse of children; and the little fellow wanted a drive, and I said I would drive him and Ethel too, if she would come.
Upon my word she is as pretty a girl as you can see on a summer's day.
And the governess said 'No,' of course.

Governesses always do.