Not on any account.' 'Ma,' whispered the other, who was much older than her sister, and very insipid and artificial, 'Lord Mutanhed has been introduced to me.

I said I thought I wasn't engaged, ma.' 'You're a sweet pet, my love,' replied Mrs.Colonel Wugsby, tapping her daughter's cheek with her fan, 'and are always to be trusted.

He's immensely rich, my dear.

Bless you!' With these words Mrs.Colonel Wugsby kissed her eldest daughter most affectionately, and frowning in a warning manner upon the other, sorted her cards.
Poor Mr.Pickwick! he had never played with three thorough-paced female card-players before.

They were so desperately sharp, that they quite frightened him.