There was an absence of all lady-like restraint in her language and manner most painful to see.

She was possessed by some feverish excitement which made her distressingly loud when she laughed, and sinfully wasteful and capricious in what she ate and drank at lunch.

I felt deeply for her poor mother, even before the true state of the case had been confidentially made known to me.
Luncheon over, my aunt said: "Remember what the doctor told you, Rachel, about quieting yourself with a book after taking your meals." "I'll go into the library, mamma," she answered.

"But if Godfrey calls, mind I am told of it.

I am dying for more news of him, after his adventure in Northumberland Street." She kissed her mother on the forehead, and looked my way.