Sir Everard could dance as well as Lord Ernest, and quite as many admiring eyes followed him and the bright little belle of the ball.

Mr.Grosvenor pulled his tawny mustache with inward delight.
"Handsome couple, eh, Carteret ?" he said to his host; "it is an evident case of spoons there.

Well, the boy is only two-and-twenty, and at that age we all lost our heads easily." Two angry red spots, quite foreign to her usual complexion, burned on Lady Louise's fair cheeks.

She turned abruptly away and left the gentlemen.
"Little Harrie is pretty enough to excuse an older man losing his head," Lord Carteret answered; "but it would not suit Lady Kingsland's book at all.

The Hunsden is poorer than a church-mouse, and though of one of our best old-country families, the pedigree bears no proportion to my lady's pride.