By Jove, it was a shocking thing! She was an uncommonly pretty woman." "You never saw _her_ mother, my good fellow," said one of the "old ones" who was present.

"She _had_ a graceful gracious manner, if you like, and Mrs.Vandaleur was not to be named in the same day with her.

Mrs.
Vandaleur knew how to dress, I grant you----" "You may go and play, Margery dear," said Aunt Theresa, with kindly delicacy.
The "old one" had lowered his voice, but still I could hear what he said, as Mrs.Buller saw.
When my father was not spoken of, my feelings were very little hurt.

On this occasion my mind was engaged simply with the question whether I did or did not inherit my mother's graces.

I ran to a little looking-glass in the nursery and examined my eyes; but when I tried to make them "expressive," I either frowned so unpleasantly, or stared so absurdly, that I could not flatter myself on the point.
The girls were out; I had nothing to do; the nursery was empty.