That Florence Cole--Florence Whiting that was, you know--was always kissing me, and she has turned out a traitor.
I'll tell you all about her." And she did.
Lady Cicely thought Mrs.Staines a little too unreserved in her conversation; but was so charmed with her sweetness and freshness that she kept up the acquaintance, and called on her twice a week during the season.

At first she wondered that her visits were not returned; but Rosa let out that she was ashamed to call on foot in Grosvenor Square.
Lady Cicely shrugged her beautiful shoulders a little at that; but she continued to do the visiting, and to enjoy the simple, innocent rapture with which she was received.
This lady's pronunciation of many words was false or affected.

She said "good murning" for "good morning," and turned other vowels to diphthongs, and played two or three pranks with her "r's." But we cannot be all imperfection: with her pronunciation her folly came to a full stop.

I really believe she lisped less nonsense and bad taste in a year than some of us articulate in a day.

To be sure, folly is generally uttered in a hurry, and she was too deplorably lazy to speak fast on any occasion whatever.
One day Mrs.Staines took her up-stairs, and showed her from the back window her husband pacing the yard, waiting for patients.