A private dance, without sitting down to supper, was pronounced an infamous fraud upon the rights of men and women; and Mrs.Weston must not speak of it again.

She then took another line of expediency, and looking into the doubtful room, observed, "I do not think it _is_ so very small.

We shall not be many, you know." And Mr.Weston at the same time, walking briskly with long steps through the passage, was calling out, "You talk a great deal of the length of this passage, my dear.

It is a mere nothing after all; and not the least draught from the stairs." "I wish," said Mrs.Weston, "one could know which arrangement our guests in general would like best.

To do what would be most generally pleasing must be our object--if one could but tell what that would be." "Yes, very true," cried Frank, "very true.