I hate it! It is so--what would you say in English ?--so dechirant.

I would not cultivate une grande passion for the world." I smiled at the idea of the bond between Mr.and Mrs.Halifax taking the Frenchified character of "une grande passion." "But home-love, married love, love among children and at the fire-side;--you believe in that ?" She turned upon me her beautiful eyes; they had a scared look, like a bird's driven right into the fowler's net.
"C'est impossible--impossible!" The word hissed itself out between her shut teeth--"impossible." Then she walked quickly on, and was her lively self once more.
When the evening closed, and the younger children were gone to bed, she became rather restless about the non-appearance of her coach.

At last a lacquey arrived on foot.

She angrily inquired why a carriage had not been sent for her?
"Master didn't give orders, my lady," answered the man, somewhat rudely.
Lady Caroline turned pale--with anger or fear--perhaps both.
"You have not properly answered your mistress's question," said Mr.
Halifax.
"Master says, sir--begging my lady's pardon for repeating it--but he says, 'My lady went out against his will, and she may come home when and how she likes.'" "My lady" burst out laughing, and laughed violently and long.
"Tell him I will.

Be sure you tell him I will.