You see in those days we had not been trained at all (one had only been allowed tremendous liberty), and interfered conversationally with one's elders and betters at any moment.

I was an American little girl, and American little girls were really--they really were!" with a laugh, whose musical sound was after all wholly non-committal.
"You did not treat Sir Nigel Anstruthers as one of your betters." "He was one of my elders, at all events, and becomingness of bearing should have taught me to hold my little tongue.

I am giving some thought now to the kind of thing I must invent as a suitable apology when I find him a really delightful person, full of virtues and accomplishments.
Perhaps he has a horror of me." "I should like to be present at your first meeting," Mrs.Worthington reflected.

"You are going down to Stornham to-morrow ?" "That is my plan.

When I write to you on my arrival, I will tell you if I encountered the horror." Then, with a swift change of subject and a lifting of her slender, velvet line of eyebrow, "I am only deploring that I have not time to visit the Tower." Mrs.Worthington was betrayed into a momentary glance of uncertainty, almost verging in its significance on a gasp.
"The Tower?
Of London?
Dear Betty!" Bettina's laugh was mellow with revelation.
"Ah!" she said.