"Papa, looking like a saint in a picture, with flowers in his hand.

Papa's spoiled child always wanting something, and always getting it.

And papa's governess, so sweetly fresh and pretty that I should certainly fall in love with her, if I had the advantage of being a man.

You have no doubt remarked Herbert--I think I hear the bell; shall we go to lunch ?--you have no doubt, I say, remarked what curiously opposite styles Catherine and Miss Westerfield present; so charming, and yet such complete contrasts.

I wonder whether they occasionally envy each other's good looks?
Does my daughter ever regret that she is not Miss Westerfield?
And do you, my dear, some times wish you were Mrs.Linley ?" "While we are about it, let me put a third question," Linley interposed.
"Are you ever aware of it yourself, Mrs.Presty, when you are talking nonsense ?" He was angry, and he showed it in that feeble reply.