The fainting lady is upstairs.

All the elements of a romance are upstairs.

Is your tea to your liking ?" In this playfully provocative manner, Miss Minerva (the governess) trifled with the curiosity of Mr.Le Frank (the music-master), as the proverbial cat trifles with the terror of the captive mouse.

The man of the bald head and the servile smile showed a polite interest in the coming disclosure; he opened his deeply-sunk eyes, and lazily lifted his delicate eyebrows.
He had called at Mrs.Gallilee's house, after the concert, to get a little tea (with a large infusion of praise) in the schoolroom.

A striking personal contrast confronted him, in the face of the lady who was dispensing the hospitalities of the table.