"She is a spoiled madcap, Sir Everard, and I am afraid the fault is mine.

She has been everywhere with me in her seventeen years of life--freezing amid the snows of Canada and grilling alive under the broiling sun of India.

And the result is--what you see." "The result is--perfection!" "Papa," Miss Hunsden said, turning her sparkling face to her father, "for Sir Everard's sake, pray change the subject.

If you talk of me, he will feel in duty bound to pay compliments; and really, after such a fast run, it is too much to expect of any man.

There! I see Lady Louise across the brook yonder.