"I was in hopes you would like her." "Do YOU like her ?" "Indeed I do; but I shall not, if she drives an older friend away." "My dyah, I'm not easily dwiven from those I esteem.

But you undastand that is not a woman for me to mispwonownce my 'ah's befaw--NOR FOR YOU TO MAKE A BOSOM FWIEND OF--WOSA STAINES." She said this with a sudden maternal solemnity and kindness that contrasted nobly and strangely with her yea-nay style, and Mrs.Staines remembered the words years after they were spoken.
It so happened that after this Mrs.Staines received no more visits from Lady Cicely for some time, and that vexed her.

She knew her sex enough to be aware that they are very jealous, and she permitted herself to think that this high-minded Sawny was jealous of Miss Lucas.
This idea, founded on a general estimate of her sex, was dispelled by a few lines from Lady Cicely, to say her family and herself were in deep distress; her brother, Lord Ayscough, lay dying from an accident.
Then Rosa was all remorse, and ran down to Staines to tell him.

She found him with an open letter in his hand.

It was from Dr.Barr, and on the same subject.