My grandchild (never accustomed to wait for anything since the day when she was born) is waiting dinner for you.

She is at this moment shouting for her governess, as King Richard (I am a great reader of Shakespeare) once shouted for his horse.

The maid (you will recognize her as a stout person suffering under tight stays) is waiting outside to show you the way to the nursery.

_Au revoir._ Stop! I should like to judge the purity of your French accent.

Say 'au revoir' to me.
Thank you .-- Weak in her French, Catherine," Mrs.Presty pronounced, when the door had closed on the governess; "but what can you expect, poor wretch, after such a life as she has led?
Now we are alone, I have a word of advice for your private ear.