Miss Nugent happening to glance up saw her fascinated by the basilisk glare of the master of the house.
"Some more tea, please," she said.
Her aunt took her cup, and in gratitude for the diversion picked out the largest lumps of sugar in the basin.
"London changes so many people," mused the persevering lady, stirring her tea.

"I've noticed it before.

Why it is I can't say, but the fact remains.

It seems to improve them altogether.

I dare say that young Hardy--" "Will you understand that I won't have the Hardys mentiond in my house ?" said the captain, looking up.