Apparently he saw nothing that excited his suspicions, for he was resuming the folds of a Mahratta's turban in tranquillity when I interrupted him with--"How old is Miss Bertram, sir ?" '"How should I know, Miss?
About your own age, I suppose." '"Older, I should think, sir.

You are always telling me how much more decorously she goes through all the honours of the tea-table.

Lord, papa, what if you should give her a right to preside once and for ever!" '"Julia, my dear," returned papa, "you are either a fool outright or you are more disposed to make mischief than I have yet believed you." '"Oh, my dear sir! put your best construction upon it; I would not be thought a fool for all the world." '"Then why do you talk like one ?" said my father.
'"Lord, sir, I am sure there is nothing so foolish in what I said just now.

Everybody knows you are a very handsome man" (a smile was just visible), "that is, for your time of life" (the dawn was overcast), "which is far from being advanced, and I am sure I don't know why you should not please yourself, if you have a mind.

I am sensible I am but a thoughtless girl, and if a graver companion could render you more happy--" 'There was a mixture of displeasure and grave affection in the manner in which my father took my hand, that was a severe reproof to me for trifling with his feelings.