What a form she had, what a face she had, what a graceful, variable, enchanting manner! The bell rang again so soon that I made a mere scramble of my dressing, instead of the careful operation I could have wished under the circumstances, and went downstairs.

There was some company.

Dora was talking to an old gentleman with a grey head.

Grey as he was--and a great-grandfather into the bargain, for he said so--I was madly jealous of him.
What a state of mind I was in! I was jealous of everybody.

I couldn't bear the idea of anybody knowing Mr.Spenlow better than I did.