She nags at him--she is a cat anyway and I never could understand it, could you, Mary ?" "Men have to be like that," said Mary, wisely, "they must have some one, I mean, to play with, and they are afraid of girls." "How I hope she will like us, don't you ?" Emily said.

"Mr.Markrute is very rich and perhaps she is, too.

How lovely it will be if they are able to live at Wrayth.

How lovely to have it opened again--to go and stay there!" "Yes, indeed," said Mary.
Lady Tancred awaited her son in the small front morning-room.

She was quite as much a specimen of an English aristocrat as he was, with her brushed-back, gray hair, and her beautiful, hard, fine-featured face.
She was supremely dignified, and dressed well and with care.