You will like my friend Robin Anstruther, who is Lady Ardmore's youngest brother, and who is going to her to be nursed and coddled after a baddish accident in the hunting-field.

He is very sweet-tempered, and will get on well with Francesca--" "I don't see the connection," rudely interrupted that spirited young person.
"I suppose she has more room on her list in the country than she had in Edinburgh; but if my remembrance serves me, she always enrolls a goodly number of victims, whether she has any immediate use for them or not." "Mr.Beresford's manners have not been improved by his residence in Paris," observed Francesca, with resentment in her tone and delight in her eye.
"Mr.Beresford's manners are always perfect," said Salemina loyally, "and I have no doubt that this visit to Lady Ardmore will be extremely pleasant for him, though very embarrassing to us.

If we are thrown into forced intimacy with a castle" (Salemina spoke of it as if it had fangs and a lashing tail), "what shall we do in this draper's hut ?" "Salemina!" I expostulated, "bears will devour you as they did the ungrateful child in the fairy-tale.

I wonder at your daring to use the word 'hut' in connection with our wee theekit hoosie!" "They will never understand that we are doing all this for the novelty of it," she objected.

"The Scottish nobility and gentry probably never think of renting a house for a joke.