"Look here, aunt," he said, "there's nothing profane in saying you're fleshy when you _are_, you know, and you don't need to remove so much as your bonnet strings for the general public to be aware of it.

And when you come to America don't you ever insult anybody by calling her corpulent, which is a perfectly indecent expression.

Now if you won't go back to bed and tranquillise your mind--on a plain soda----" "I won't," said Mrs.Portheris.
"De carriages is already," said the head porter, glistening with an amiability of which we all appreciated the balm.

And we entered the carriages--Mrs.Portheris and the downcast Isabel and Mr.Mafferton in one, and momma, poppa, Dicky, and I in the other.

For no American would have been safe in Mrs.Portheris's carriage for at least two hours, and this came home even to Mr.Dod.
"Never again!" exclaimed momma as we rattled down among the narrow streets that crowd under the Funicular railway.