I think I should like to go with you." "O you silly child!" cries Maria.
"Yes I should, if Clive went too," says little Fanny.
"Behold madam, who arrives from her promenade!" Miss Lebrun exclaimed; and, turning round, Colonel Newcome had the satisfaction of beholding, for the first time, his sister-in-law.
A stout lady, with fair hair and a fine bonnet and pelisse (who knows what were the fine bonnets and pelisses of the year 183- ?), was reclining in the barouche, the scarlet-plush integuments of her domestics blazing before and behind her.

A pretty little foot was on the cushion opposite to her; feathers waved in her bonnet; a book was in her lap; an oval portrait of a gentleman reposed on her voluminous bosom.
She wore another picture of two darling heads, with pink cheeks and golden hair, on one of her wrists, with many more chains, bracelets, bangles, and knick-knacks.

A pair of dirty gloves marred the splendour of this appearance; a heap of books from the library strewed the back seat of the carriage, and showed that her habits were literary.
Springing down from his station behind his mistress, the youth clad in the nether garments of red sammit discharged thunderclaps on the door of Mrs.Newcome's house, announcing to the whole Square that his mistress had returned to her abode.

Since the fort saluted the Governor-General at ------, Colonel Newcome had never heard such a cannonading.
Clive, with a queer twinkle of his eyes, ran towards his aunt.
She bent over the carriage languidly towards him.

She liked him.