Dear Mr.Ingram, forgive me for even doubting you for a moment.

I might have known that you would only introduce my daughter to a lady." The Rector drew himself up a very little.
"Certainly, Beatrice Meadowsweet is a lady," he replied.

"If a noble heart, and frank and fearless ways, and an educated mind, and a refined nature can make a lady, then she is one--no better in the land." "I am charmed, _charmed_ to hear it.

It is such a relief.

For, really Mr.Ingram, some people from Northbury came and sat on that very sofa which you are occupying, who were quite too--oh, well, they were absolutely dreadful.