In the description of the concert in last week's newspaper I was called _l'Anglais de marbre_.

I certainly had the decency to hold my tongue while Faure was singing.

Miss Bolsover's voice was heard ever so many times above the music.

According to our English ideas she has most revolting manners, and the money she spends on her clothes would make your hair stand on end.

Now do, dearest grandmother, make all your arrangements for beginning the campaign directly after Easter.