How was I to suppose you were in love with an Irish--I beg your pardon, with Miss Gladys O'Grady, County Kilkenny, Ireland?
A very pretty name, to be sure! But if you don't go away I shall never be dressed by the time they come from church.

There, go like a good boy.

I 'ont offend you any more.' 'I will go as soon as you have told me what you and Howel did in Paris.
I seem to know nothing of your proceedings for ages past.' 'It was dreadfully dull there at first, and I thought I should have died of it.

I quite longed to be at home again.

Howel was a great deal out, and I was alone; but then he gave me a singing master, and a French and dancing mistress, and made me work as hard as if I was at school again.