I could see Salemina at the far end of the table radiant with success, the W.S.at her side bending ever and anon to catch the (artificial) pearls of thought that dropped from her lips.

"Miss Hamilton appears simple" (I thought I heard her say); "but in reality she is as deep as the Currie Brig!" Now where did she get that allusion?
And again, when the W.S.asked her whither she was going when she left Edinburgh, "I hardly know," she replied pensively.
"I am waiting for the shade of Montrose to direct me, as the Viscount Dundee said to your Duke of Gordon." The entranced Scotsman little knew that she had perfected this style of conversation by long experience with the Q.C.'s of England.

Talk about my being as deep as the Currie Brig (whatever it may be); Salemina is deeper than the Atlantic Ocean! I shall take pains to inform her Writer to the Signet, after dinner, that she eats sugar on her porridge every morning; that will show him her nationality conclusively.
The earl took the greatest interest in my new ancestors, and approved thoroughly of my choice.

He thinks I must have been named for Lady Penelope Belhaven, who lived in Leven Lodge, one of the country villas of the Earls of Leven, from whom he himself is descended.

"Does that make us relatives ?" I asked.