My sister Augusta is married now to a man much older-looking than papa.

Augusta is very beautiful--not in my style--but dark; her husband, Mr.Davies, had the yellow fever in India, and he is still the colour of a guinea; but then he is rich, and Augusta has her carriage and establishment, and we all think she has done perfectly well.

Now, this is better than 'earning a living,' as you say.

By the way, are you clever ?" "No--not at all." "You can play, sing, speak three or four languages ?" "By no means." "Still I think you are clever" (a pause and a yawn).
"Shall you be sea-sick ?" "Shall you ?" "Oh, immensely! as soon as ever we get in sight of the sea: I begin, indeed, to feel it already.

I shall go below; and won't I order about that fat odious stewardess! Heureusement je sais faire aller mon monde." Down she went.
It was not long before the other passengers followed her: throughout the afternoon I remained on deck alone.