His movements were graceful and self-possessed, and he had his father's sweetness of voice.
"This is really beautiful!--I envy you, cousin Philip." "Has not your father got a country-house ?" "No: we live either in London or at some hot, crowded watering-place." "Yes; this is very nice during the shooting and hunting season.

But my old nurse says we shall have a much finer place now.

I liked this very well till I saw Lord Belville's place.

But it is very unpleasant not to have the finest house in the county: aut Caesar aut nullus--that's my motto.

Ah! do you see that swallow?
I'll bet you a guinea I hit it." "No, poor thing! don't hurt it." But ere the remonstrance was uttered, the bird lay quivering on the ground.