She was taking a drive with the little Sir Rupert.
"God bless the child!" I said, as his little face smiled from the carriage window.

"God bless him and send him a happy life!" It took me some little time to settle down to my new life.

My employer, Lord Winter, lived in the Champs Elysees.

He preferred Paris to England, because it was brighter and gayer.

I often wondered how that mattered to him, for he lived only in his books.
I was required to assist him in making extracts, answering letters, searching for all kinds of odd information, and I do believe I learned more in that time than I should have done in a lifetime differently spent.
I became reconciled to it after a hard struggle.