'What I want, is frankness, confidence, less conventionality, and freer play of soul.

We are so dreadfully artificial.' We were, indeed.
'In short,' said Mrs Skewton, 'I want Nature everywhere.

It would be so extremely charming.' 'Nature is inviting us away now, Mama, if you are ready,' said the younger lady, curling her handsome lip.

At this hint, the wan page, who had been surveying the party over the top of the chair, vanished behind it, as if the ground had swallowed him up.
'Stop a moment, Withers!' said Mrs Skewton, as the chair began to move; calling to the page with all the languid dignity with which she had called in days of yore to a coachman with a wig, cauliflower nosegay, and silk stockings.

'Where are you staying, abomination ?' The Major was staying at the Royal Hotel, with his friend Dombey.
'You may come and see us any evening when you are good,' lisped Mrs Skewton.