He was just then preparing to be put on to his horse, and Lady Mountjoy had already gone forth in her carriage for her daily airing, with the object, in truth, of avoiding the new-comers.

"My dear Sarah," said Sir Magnus, "I hope I have the pleasure of seeing you and my niece very well.

Let me see, your name is--" "My name is Florence," said the young lady so interrogated.
"Ah yes; to be sure.

I shall forget my own name soon.

If any one was to call me Magnus without the 'Sir,' I shouldn't know whom they meant." Then he looked his niece in the face, and it occurred to him that Anderson might not improbably desire to flirt with her.