You should have seen her face in the Abbey church this morning." "Hark! she has stopped playing.

Guy, run and bring your sister here," said the father, ever yearning after his darling.
Guy came back with a wonderful story of two gentlemen in the parlour, one of whom had patted his head--"Such a grand gentleman, a great deal grander than father!" That was true, as regarded the bright nankeens, the blue coat with gold buttons, and the showiest of cambric kerchiefs swathing him up to the very chin.

To this "grand" personage John bowed formally, but his wife flushed up in surprised recognition.
"It is so long since I had the happiness of meeting Miss March, that I conclude Mrs.Halifax has forgotten me ?" "No, Lord Luxmore, allow me to introduce my husband." And, I fancied, some of Miss March's old hauteur returned to the mother's softened and matronly mien;--pride, but not for herself or in herself, now.

For, truly, as the two men stood together--though Lord Luxmore had been handsome in his youth, and was universally said to have as fine manners as the Prince Regent himself--any woman might well have held her head loftily, introducing John Halifax as "my husband." Of the two, the nobleman was least at his ease, for the welcome of both Mr.and Mrs.Halifax, though courteous, was decidedly cold.

They did not seem to feel--and, if rumour spoke true, I doubt if any honest, virtuous, middle-class fathers and mothers would have felt--that their house was greatly honoured or sanctified by the presence of the Earl of Luxmore.
But the nobleman was, as I have said, wonderfully fine-mannered.