It wouldn't be to your honour--to that of your delicacy--that with your impossible house you SHOULD wish to plant your girl in your drawing-room.

But such a way of keeping her out of it as throwing her into a worse--!" "Well, Jane, you do say things to me!" Mrs.Brookenham blandly broke in.

She had sunk back into her chair; her hands, in her lap pressed themselves together and her wan smile brought a tear into each of her eyes by the very effort to be brighter.

It might have been guessed of her that she hated to seem to care, but that she had other dislikes too.
"If one were to take up, you know, some of the things you say--!" And she positively sighed for the wealth of amusement at them of which her tears were the sign.

Her friend could quite match her indifference.
"Well, my child, TAKE them up; if you were to do that with them candidly, one by one, you would do really very much what I should like to bring you to.