You are only making it worse by rubbing it in that silly way with your wet handkerchief." "Here is another," said Charles, snatching up Lady Mary's delicate cambric one, which was lying on her work-table, while I was in the act of introducing Carr to her; and before that lady's politeness to Carr would allow her to turn from him to expostulate, Charles was on his knees beside Ralph, wiping the offending stain.
"'Out, d----d spot!' or rather series of spots.

What, Aurelia! you don't wish it rubbed any more?
Good! I will turn my attention to the _Aubusson_ carpet.

Ha! triumph! Here at least I am successful.

Aunt Mary, you have no conception how useful your handkerchief is.

The amount of tea or dirt, or both, which is leaving the carpet and taking refuge in your little square of cambric will surprise you when you see it.