But people's eyes are so sharp--it's really dreadful.

Good-morning, darling Aunt Dagon!" "Fanny dear," said her mother, as the door closed upon Mrs.Dagon, who departed speechless and in what may be called a simmering state of mind, "Abel will be here in a day or two.

I really hope to hear something about this Miss Wayne.

Do you suppose Alfred Dinks is actually engaged to her ?" "How should I know, mother ?" "Why, my dear, you have been so intimate with him." "My dear mother, how _can_ any body be intimate with Alfred Dinks?
You might as well talk of breathing in a vacuum." "But, Fanny, he is a very good sort of young man--so respectable, and with such good manners, and he has a very pretty fortune--" Mrs.Newt was interrupted by the servant, who announced Mr.Wetherley.
Poor Mr.Zephyr Wetherley! He was one of the rank and file of society--one of the privates, so to speak, who are mentioned in a mass after a ball, as common soldiers are mentioned after a battle.

He entered the room and bowed.