She is a famous reader; more quiet and less theatrical than most famous readers, and therefore the fitter for the bed-side of a sick man.

Her Ladyship had fretted herself into being ill, could eat nothing but the breast of a partridge, and was frightened out of her wits by hearing a dog howl.

She was sure that this noise portended her death, or my Lord's.

Towards the evening, however, she brightened up, and was in very good spirits.

My visit was not very lively.