Pardon my troubling you with these details; my sister was very right in saying you've been taken into the family.

Let me take down that picture; you want more light." He took down the picture, carried it toward the window, related some curious facts about it.

She looked at the other works of art, and he gave her such further information as might appear most acceptable to a young lady making a call on a summer afternoon.

His pictures, his medallions and tapestries were interesting; but after a while Isabel felt the owner much more so, and independently of them, thickly as they seemed to overhang him.

He resembled no one she had ever seen; most of the people she knew might be divided into groups of half a dozen specimens.