When Banbridge ladies went abroad calling, in the coach, much was exacted.

Mrs.Morris could never have held up her social head again had she fibbed, or bidden the maid fib--that is, if it had been discovered.
"How lovely your house is, Mrs.Morris!" said Mrs.Van Dorn, affably.
The Morris house was only a year old, and had not yet been nearly exhausted as a topic of polite conversation.
"Thank you," said Mrs.Morris.

"Of course there are things about the furnishings, but one cannot do everything in a minute." "Now, my dear Mrs.Morris," said Mrs.Lee, "I think everything is sweet." Mrs.Lee said sweet with an effect as if she stamped hard to emphasize it.

She made it long and extremely sibilant.

Mrs.Lee always said sweet after that fashion.
"Oh, of course you would rather have all your furniture new, than part new and part old," said Mrs.Van Dorn; "but, as you say, you can't do everything at once." Mrs.Van Dorn was inclined at times to be pugnaciously truthful, when she heard any one else lie.