"I suppose you'll see him before that, as he'll probably be with his mother a few days before he comes to me." "I daresay we shall see him quite in time, Lady Julia," said Lily.
"Now, Lily, don't be ill-natured." "I'm the most good-natured young woman alive, Lady Julia, and as for Johnny, he is always made as welcome at the Small House as violets in March.

Mamma purrs about him when he comes, asking all manner of flattering questions as though he were a cabinet minister at least, and I always admire some little knicknack that he has got, a new ring, or a stud, or a button.

There isn't another man in all the world whose buttons I'd look at." "It isn't his buttons, Lily." "Ah, that's just it.

I can go as far as his buttons.

But come, Lady Julia, this is Christmas-time, and Christmas should be a holiday." In the meantime Mrs.Dale was occupied with her married daughter and her son-in-law, and the squire had attached himself to poor Grace.
"You have never been in this part of the country before, Miss Crawley," he said.
"No, sir." "It is rather pretty just about here, and Guestwick Manor is a fine place in its way, but we have not so much natural beauty as you have in Barsetshire.