"How remiss I am!" he exclaimed, suddenly.

"You will think that I have forgotten what little manners I had.

I never congratulated you on your success." "What success ?" she asked, half impatiently.
"I have not been twenty-four hours in London, yet I have heard on all sides of your charms and conquests.

I hear that you are the belle of the season--that you have slain dukes, earls, marquises, and baronets indiscriminately.

I hear that no one has ever been more popular or more admired that Philippa L'Estrange.