"So then our forefathers were not quite such fools as some people say." "They were angels, they were ducks.

It is beautiful, it is divine." Mr.Raby looked at the glowing cheek, and deep, sparkling, sapphire eye.
"Come," said he; "after all, there's nothing here so beautiful as the young lady who now honors the place with her presence." With this he handed her ceremoniously to a place at his right hand; said a short grace, and sat down between his two guests.
"But, Mr.Raby," said Grace, ruefully, "I'm with my back to the holly-tree." "You can ask Coventry to change places." Mr.Coventry rose, and the change was effected.
"Well, it is your doing, Coventry.

Now she'll overlook YOU." "All the better for me, perhaps.

I'm content: Miss Carden will look at the holly, and I shall look at Miss Carden." "Faute de mieux." "C'est mechant." "And I shall fine you both a bumper of champagne, for going out of the English language." "I shall take my punishment like a man." "Then take mine as well.

Champagne with me means frenzy." But, in the midst of the easy banter and jocose airy nothings of the modern dining-room, an object attracted Grace's eye.