Hearty, deep-chested, meticulously brushed and groomed, he wore his Sunday frock with an unnatural stiffness, as if he were still hearing Pussy's parting warning to be "careful about his clothes." His dark hair, trained for twenty years from a side parting, shone with the lustre of satin, and his shining eyes, so like the eyes of adventurous youth, wore their accustomed Sabbath look of veiled and ashamed sleepiness.
"So you're going to take the old lady to New York with you, Gabriella ?" "I can't bear to think of it, Cousin Jimmy," remarked Mrs.Carr, while she adjusted her crape veil over the back of her chair.

"I don't see how I can stand living in the North." "Well, what about our friend Charley?
Do you think you could get on any better with Charley for a son-in-law ?" "You oughtn't to joke about it, Cousin Jimmy.

It is too serious for joking." "I beg your pardon, Cousin Fanny--but where is George, Gabriella?
I thought he was to meet you here." "He had to go just before you came.

Don't you think mother is looking well ?" "As well as I ever saw her.

I was telling her so as we drove back from Hollywood.