It was quite clear that Miss Fanny was a vulgar little minx, and that Beechcote would have no peace till it was rid of her.
Meanwhile, the indefinable change which had come over his mother's face, during the preceding week, had escaped even the quick eyes of an affectionate son.

Alas! for mothers--when Lalage appears! Mr.Birch arrived to the minute, and when he was engaged in affable conversation with Diana, Fanny, last of the party--the door being ceremoniously thrown open by the butler--entered, with an air.

Mr.Birch sprang effusively to his feet, and there was a noisy greeting between him and his travelling companion.

The young man was slim, and effeminately good-looking.

His frock-coat and gray trousers were new and immaculate; his small feet were encased in shining patent-leather boots, and his blue eyes gave the impression of having been carefully matched with his tie.