What do you say to that way of putting it?
Ha! my brains are in good working order to-day; I haven't been drinking any of Mr.Mountjoy's claret--do you take the joke, Miss Henley ?" Chuckling over the recollection of his own drunken audacity, he happened to notice Fanny Mere.
"Hullo! is this another injured person in want of me?
You're as white as a sheet, Miss.

If you're going to faint, do me a favour--wait till I can get the brandy-bottle.

Oh! it's natural to you, is it?
I see.

A thick skin and a slow circulation; you will live to be an old woman.

A friend of yours, Miss Henley ?" Fanny answered composedly for herself: "I am Miss Henley's maid, sir." "What's become of the other one ?" Mr.Vimpany asked.