There! there! you needn't turn red; I am not blaming you; I am only giving you a little good advice.

In your position you cannot possibly be too careful.

Here is Mr.Troy! You must come to the gate with us, Isabel, or we shall never get Tommie away from you; I am only his second favorite; you have the first place in his affections.
God bless and prosper you, my child!--I wish to heaven you were going back to London with me! Well, Mr.Troy, how have you done with Miss Pink?
Have you offended that terrible 'gentlewoman' (hateful word!); or has it been all the other way, and has she given you a kiss at parting ?" Mr.Troy smiled mysteriously, and changed the subject.

His brief parting interview with the lady of the house was not of a nature to be rashly related.

Miss Pink had not only positively assured him that her visitor was the most ill-bred woman she had ever met with, but had further accused Lady Lydiard of shaking her confidence in the aristocracy of her native country.