Many and many a night, the Baroness said, she had drunk at that table by her father's side.

"That was his place," she pointed to the place where the Countess now sat.

She saw none of the old plate.

That was all melted to pay his gambling debts.
She hoped, "Young gentlemen, that you don't play." "Never, on my word," says Castlewood.
"Never, 'pon honour," says Will--winking at his brother.
The Baroness was very glad to hear they were such good boys.

Her face grew redder with the punch; and she became voluble, might have been thought coarse, but that times were different, and those critics were inclined to be especially favourable.
She talked to the boys about their father, their grandfather--other men and women of the house.