We found the old lady in her arm-chair, twiddling her aristocratic thumbs.

She looked at Lizzie from head to foot; but at that game Lizzie, to do her justice, was a match for her.

My wife told her we were great friends of Mr.Newman.The marquise started a moment, and then said, 'Oh, Mr.Newman! My daughter has made up her mind to marry a Mr.Newman.' Then Madame de Cintre began to fondle Lizzie again, and said it was this dear lady that had planned the match and brought them together.

'Oh, 'tis you I have to thank for my American son-in-law,' the old lady said to Mrs.Tristram.

'It was a very clever thought of yours.