Of course, Mr.Meeson will want to see this will, whatever it may be worth; and I should like to ask you, Bessie, how I am to show it to him?
It is on my neck." "I have not observed," said Lady Holmhurst, drily, "that ladies, as a rule, have an insuperable objection to showing their necks.

If you have any doubt on the point, I recommend you to get an invitation to a London ball.

All you will have to do will be to wear a low dress.

The fact of being tattooed does not make it any more improper for you to show your shoulders, than it would be if they were not tattooed." "I have never worn a low dress," said Augusta, "and I do not want to show my shoulders." "Ah, well," said Lady Holmhurst, darkly; "I daresay that that feeling will soon wear off.

But, of course, if you won't, you won't; and, under those circumstances, you had better say nothing about the will--though," she added learnedly, "of course that would be compounding a felony." "Would it?
I don't quite see where the felony comes in." "Well, of course, it is this way: you steal the will--that's felony; and if you don't show it to him, I suppose you compound it; it is a double offence--compound felony." "Nonsense!" answered Augusta to this exposition of the law, which was, it will be admitted, almost as lucid and convincing as that of an average Q.C.