There were the young Williams, and the young Daniels, and her own nephews and nieces, with the parents of all of whom uncle Robert had been regarded as the very man for a godfather.
The silversmith in Trumpington Street knew exactly the weight of the silver cup that was to be given to the boy or to a girl.

The Bible and prayer-books were equally well regulated.

Mrs.Robert could not but smile at the idea of religious scruples.

'I wish I knew what it was that has come over you of late.

I fancy you have quarrelled with John Caldigate.' 'If you think that, then you can understand the reason.' 'What is it about ?' 'I have not quarrelled with him.