I particularly want you to come and lunch with us, dearest Cecilia, the day after tomorrow.

Don't say to yourself, "The Farnaby's house is dull, and Regina is too slow for me," and don't think about the long drive for the horses, from your place to London.

This letter has an interest of its own, my dear--I have got something new for you.

What do you think of a young man, who is clever and handsome and agreeable--and, wonder of wonders, quite unlike any other young Englishman you ever saw in your life?
You are to meet him at luncheon; and you are to get used to his strange name beforehand.

For which purpose I enclose his card.
He made his first appearance at our house, at dinner yesterday evening.
When he was presented to me at the tea-table, he was not to be put off with a bow--he insisted on shaking hands.