A Venus of nature was melting into a Venus of art, and there was a decorous concealment of the contest and the anguish in the process, for which Lord Ormont liked her well enough to wink benevolently at her efforts to cheat the world at various issues, and maintain her duel with Time.

The world deserved that she should beat it, even if she had been all deception.
She let the subject of Mr.Morsfield pass without remark from her, until the exhaustion of open-air topics hinted an end of their conversation, and she said-- 'We shall learn next week what to think if the civilians.

I have heard Mr.Morsfield tell that he is 'de premiere force.' Be on your guard.
You are to know that I never forget a service, and you did me one once.' 'You have reason... ?' said the earl.
'If anybody is the dragon to the treasure he covets he is a spadassin who won't hesitate at provocations.

Adieu.' Lord Ormont's eye had been on Mr.Morsfield.He had seen what Mrs.
Pagnell counselled her niece to let him see.

He thanked Mr.Morsfield for a tonic that made him young with anticipations of bracing; and he set his head to work upon an advance half-way to meet the gentleman, and safely exclude his wife's name.
Monday brought an account of Cuper's boys.