She was very nice; she was tremendously polite.
She and Lizzie sat on the sofa, pressing each other's hands and calling each other chere belle, and Madame de Cintre sent me with every third word a magnificent smile, as if to give me to understand that I too was a handsome dear.

She quite made up for past neglect, I assure you; she was very pleasant and sociable.

Only in an evil hour it came into her head to say that she must present us to her mother--her mother wished to know your friends.

I didn't want to know her mother, and I was on the point of telling Lizzie to go in alone and let me wait for her outside.
But Lizzie, with her usual infernal ingenuity, guessed my purpose and reduced me by a glance of her eye.

So they marched off arm in arm, and I followed as I could.