"Oh, not there!" said Jemmy, trying to break away.

"Nonsense, my dear," says I: "you are missis, and this is your place." Then going up to her ladyship the Duchess, says I, "Me and my missis are most proud of the honor of seeing of you." The Duchess (a tall red-haired grenadier of a woman) did not speak.
I went on: "The young ones are all at it, ma'am, you see; and so we thought we would come and sit down among the old ones.

You and I, ma'am, I think, are too stiff to dance." "Sir!" says her Grace.
"Ma'am," says I, "don't you know me?
My name's Cox.

Nobody's introduced me; but, dash it, it's my own house, and I may present myself--so give us your hand, ma'am." And I shook hers in the kindest way in the world; but--would you believe it ?--the old cat screamed as if my hand had been a hot 'tater.
"Fitzurse! Fitzurse!" shouted she, "help! help!" Up scuffled all the other Dowagers--in rushed the dancers.

"Mamma! mamma!" squeaked Lady Julia North Pole.