I looked through the window, and saw the World, the Flesh, and the Devil waiting before the house--as typified in a carriage and horses, a powdered footman, and three of the most audaciously dressed women I ever beheld in my life.
Rachel started, and composed herself.

She crossed the room to her mother.
"They have come to take me to the flower-show," she said.

"One word, mamma, before I go.

I have not distressed you, have I ?" (Is the bluntness of moral feeling which could ask such a question as that, after what had just happened, to be pitied or condemned?
I like to lean towards mercy.

Let us pity it.) The drops had produced their effect.