Were you a 'cruel maid' like the young women one reads about in poetry-books?
Oh, auntie, auntie, I shall never have faith in you again." "You're a very disrespectful boy, that's what _you_ are," retorted Aunt Charlotte, turning as pink as her ribbons.

"The gentleman we're speaking of must be quite elderly, several years older than I am, and, for all I know, he may have a wife and half-a-dozen grown-up children by this time.

You let your tongue wag a very great deal too fast, I can tell you, Austin." "But what's his name ?" asked Austin, not in the least abashed.

"We can't go on for ever referring to him as 'the gentleman,' as though there were no other gentlemen in the world, can we now ?" "His name is Ogilvie--Mr Granville Ogilvie," replied his aunt.

"He belongs to a very fine old family in the north.