When you want him, only write me a note, and I'll send him or bring him if you let me.

I always know where to find him--don't I, Charlie ?--and we shall be only too happy.' Aunt Monica's influence with her nephew was special, for she 'tipped' him handsomely every now and then, and he had formed for himself agreeable expectations, besides, respecting her will.

I felt rather angry at his submitting to this sort of tutelage, knowing nothing of its motive; I was also disgusted by Cousin Monica's tyranny.
So soon as he had left the room, Lady Knollys, not minding me, said briskly to papa, 'Never let that young man into your house again.

I found him making speeches, this morning, to little Maud here; and he really has not two pence in the world--it is amazing impudence--and you know such absurd things do happen.' 'Come, Maud, what compliments did he pay you ?' asked my father.
I was vexed, and therefore spoke courageously.

'His compliments were not to me; they were all to the house,' I said, drily.
'Quite as it should be--the house, of course; it is that he's in love with,' said Cousin Knollys.
''Twas on a widow's jointure land, The archer, Cupid, took his stand.' 'Hey! I don't quite understand,' said my father, slily.
'Tut! Austin; you forget Charlie is my nephew.' 'So I did,' said my father.
'Therefore the literal widow in this case _can_ have no interest in view but one, and that is yours and Maud's.