Good-bye!" And again the Colonel was favoured with a shake of the glove, and the lady and her suite sailed up the stair, and passed in at the door.
She had not the faintest idea but that the hospitality which she was offering to her kinsman was of the most cordial and pleasant kind.

She fancied everything she did was perfectly right and graceful.

She invited her husband's clerks to come through the rain at ten o'clock from Kentish Town; she asked artists to bring their sketch-books from Kensington, or luckless pianists to trudge with their music from Brompton.

She rewarded them with a smile and a cup of tea, and thought they were made happy by her condescension.

If, after two or three of these delightful evenings, they ceased to attend her receptions, she shook her little flaxen head, and sadly intimated that Mr.A.
was getting into bad courses, or feared that Mr.B.found merely intellectual parties too quiet for him.