"I had a higher opinion of her when she first came here than I have now." Mrs.Linley pointed to an open door, communicating with a second and smaller bed-chamber.

"Not quite so loud," she answered, "or you might wake Kitty.

What has Miss Westerfield done to forfeit your good opinion ?" Discreet Mrs.Presty asked leave to return to the subject at a future opportunity.
"I will merely allude now," she said, "to a change for the worse in your governess, which you might have noticed when she left the drawing-room this evening.

She had a word or two with Herbert at the door; and she left him looking as black as thunder." Mrs.Linley laid herself back on her pillows and burst out laughing.
"Black as thunder?
Poor little Sydney, what a ridiculous description of her! I beg your pardon, mamma; don't be offended." "On the contrary, my dear, I am agreeably surprised.

Your poor father--a man of remarkable judgment on most subjects--never thought much of your intelligence.