But she'll miss the best of it.
She ought to be there for the Patrick's Ball and the command nights at the theatre.

The last time I was at the Theatre Royal I was in the Viceregal box.

She was a sweet, pretty creature, and His Excellency had a beautifully turned leg.

We drove to Punchestown with them the following day.

I remember the hundreds and hundreds of jaunting-cars tearing like mad along the road.