"A sweet girl is a dreadful responsibility, aunt," he resumed, with an ironical assumption of gravity.

"Do you know, I shouldn't be surprised if Isabel, in the long run, cost you more than Hobbema.

Who is this at the door ?" The person at the door was Robert Moody, returned from the bank.

Mr.
Felix Sweetsir, being near-sighted, was obliged to fit his eye-glass in position before he could recognize the prime minister of Lady Lydiard's household.
"Ha! our worthy Moody.

How well he wears! Not a gray hair on his head--and look at mine! What dye do you use, Moody?
If he had my open disposition he would tell.