She bent her head without speaking, as one acknowledges a slight acquaintance.

It was not a "cut," as Abel said to himself; "not at all.

It was simply ranking me with the herd." "Who's that stopping to speak with her ?" asked Corlaer, as he turned back to see her.
"That's Arthur Merlin.

Don't you know?
He's a painter.

I wonder how the deuce he came to know her!" In fact, it was the painter.