"You have described your charge, Colonel Mostyn; now I know the carte du pays.

It would be better not to mention having seen me." "Certainly not"-- "Let me see," she interrupted.

"I am to teach him what life is like in this nineteenth century, to try to inoculate him with modern ideas; to teach him how to appreciate the society of ladies; he shall learn his lesson well." There was something in her peerless face and her brilliant smile that made Colonel Mostyn pause, and wonder if after all he had done a wise thing.
"The boy cannot be hurt," he said to himself; "he has too much sense to fall in love with a married lady.

A violent flirtation will do him good, and cure him of his absurd ideas." "Your ladyship will be the benefactress of the whole family if you can rescue our young hero, and help us make him in some degree fit for the age he lives in." Lady Amelie smiled; there was not much fear in her failing in anything she undertook.
"It is not often that young men err on the side of originality and singularity," she said; "I have always considered realism the sin of the age.

I am quite curious to see your hero, Colonel Mostyn." "I believe he is quite as anxious to see you.