'Why that's Mr.Mervyn, that's stopping at the Phoenix.

A.Mervyn,--I saw it on his dressing case.

See how she smiles.' 'Ay, she simpers like a firmity kettle,' said scornful Miss Mag.
'They're very grand to-day, the Chattesworths, with them two livery footmen behind them,' threw in O'Flaherty, accommodating his remarks to the spirit of his lady-love.
'That young buck's a man of consequence,' Toole rattled on; 'Miss does not smile on everybody.' 'Ay, she looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth, but I warrant cheese won't choke her,' Magnolia laughed out with angry eyes.
Magnolia's fat and highly painted parent--poor bragging, good-natured, cunning, foolish Mrs.Macnamara, the widow--joined, with a venemous wheeze in the laugh.
Those who suppose that all this rancour was produced by mere feminine emulations and jealousy do these ladies of the ancient sept Macnamara foul wrong.

Mrs.Mack, on the contrary, had a fat and genial soul of her own, and Magnolia was by no means a particularly ungenerous rival in the lists of love.

But Aunt Rebecca was hoitytoity upon the Macnamaras, whom she would never consent to more than half-know, seeing them with difficulty, often failing to see them altogether--though Magnolia's stature and activity did not always render that easy.