But she knew herself to be Lady Rosina De Courcy, and felt that the possession of that name ought to be more to her than money and friends, or even than brothers and sisters.

"The weather is not frightening you," said the Duke.

Snow had fallen, and the paths, even where they had been swept, were wet and sloppy.
"Weather never frightens me, your Grace.

I always have thick boots;--I am very particular about that;--and cork soles." "Cork soles are admirable." "I think I owe my life to cork soles," said Lady Rosina enthusiastically.

"There is a man named Sprout in Silverbridge who makes them.