Mrs.Dredge sat plump down on a chair, placed her fat hands on her lap, and fairly cried.
"Oh, if only my poor dear husband had lived to see this beautiful day," she said.

"Young man, I have liked you from the first; you're the kind of young man whom my good husband would have rejoiced to be papa to." Miss Slowcum sighed most deeply when she heard the news.

"It's a touching romance," she said, "quite worthy of the olden times.

I could imagine Mr.Noel--Mr.Mainwaring, I suppose we must call him now--as belonging to the old knights of chivalry.

Yes, I am a person of discernment, and I long ago saw that the dear girls belonged to the upper ten." "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," said Mrs.Mortlock.