The French gentleman, with an air to the full as courtly as that of the colonel, brought forward a chair for her; and when she had seated herself, Rupert advanced to kiss her hand.
"No, Rupert, you are too hot.

There, leave us; I wish to speak to Colonel Holliday and monsieur." With a deep bow, and a manner far more respectful and distant than that which nowadays would be shown to a stranger who was worthy of all honour, Rupert Holliday left his mother's presence.
"I know what she wants," Rupert muttered to himself.

"To stop my fencing lessons; just as if a gentleman could fence too well.

She wants me to be a stiff, cold, finnikin fop, like that conceited young Brownlow, of the Haugh.
"Not if I know it, madame ma mere.

You will never make a courtier of me, any more than you will a whig.