The rapturous outlook on life which she had dreamed of was replaced by a cold and business-like calculation of profits.

The rose garden of the "god unconquered in battle" was exchanged for a very shoddy and huckstering paradise.
Mrs.Andrews claimed her company all the morning, and with the pertinacity of her kind soon guessed the very obvious secret.

Her gushing congratulations drove the girl distracted.

She praised the good Stocks, and Alice drank in the comfort of such words with greedy ears.
From one young man she passed to another, and hung lovingly over the perfections of Mr.Haystoun.

"He has the real distinction, dear," she cried, "which you can never mistake.