If Ginevra were in a giddy mood, as she is eminently to-night, she would make no scruple of laughing at that mild, pensive Queen, or that melancholy King.

She is not actuated by malevolence, but sheer, heedless folly.

To a feather-brained school-girl nothing is sacred." "But you forget: I have not been accustomed to look on Miss Fanshawe in the light of a feather-brained school-girl.

Was she not my divinity--the angel of my career ?" "Hem! There was your mistake." "To speak the honest truth, without any false rant or assumed romance, there actually was a moment, six months ago, when I thought her divine.
Do you remember our conversation about the presents?
I was not quite open with you in discussing that subject: the warmth with which you took it up amused me.

By way of having the full benefit of your lights, I allowed you to think me more in the dark than I really was.