No flattery, no fashion, could blind her judgment.' 'She knew how to choose a friend well, I am sure,' said Lord Colambre.
'And a friend for life too, I am sure you will allow and she had such numbers, such strange variety of admirers, as might have puzzled the choice and turned the brain of any inferior person.

Such a succession of lovers as she has had this summer, ever since you went to Ireland--they appeared and vanished like figures in a magic-lantern.

She had three noble admirers--rank in three different forms offered themselves.

First came in, hobbling, rank and gout; next, rank and gaming; then rank, Very high rank, over head and ears in debt.

All of these were rejected; and, as they moved off; I thought Mrs.Broadhurst would have broken her heart.