"What, you, Clive ?" she said.

"How come you away from school of a Thursday, sir ?" "It is a holiday," says he.

"My father is come; and he is come to see you." She bowed her head with an expression of affable surprise and majestic satisfaction.

"Indeed, Clive!" she was good enough to exclaim and with an air which seemed to say, "Let him come up and be presented to me." The honest gentleman stepped forward and took off his hat and bowed, and stood bareheaded.

She surveyed him blandly, and with infinite grace put forward one of the pudgy little hands in one of the dirty gloves.
Can you fancy a twopenny-halfpenny baroness of King Francis's time patronising Bayard?
Can you imagine Queen Guinever's lady's-maid's lady's maid being affable to Sir Lancelot?
I protest there is nothing like the virtue of English women.
"You have only arrived to-day, and you came to see me?
That was very kind.