Miss Grantly is to remain for Christmas, and you two must become bosom friends." Lucy smiled, and tried to look pleased, but she felt that she and Griselda Grantly could never be bosom friends--could never have anything in common between them.
She felt sure that Griselda despised her, little, brown, plain, and unimportant as she was.

She herself could not despise Griselda in turn; indeed she could not but admire Miss Grantly's great beauty and dignity of demeanour; but she knew that she could never love her.
It is hardly possible that the proud-hearted should love those who despise them; and Lucy Robarts was very proud-hearted.
"Don't you think she is very handsome ?" said Lord Lufton.
"Oh, very," said Lucy.

"Nobody can doubt that." "Ludovic," said Lady Lufton--not quite approving of her son's remaining so long at the back of Lucy's chair--"won't you give us another song?
Mrs.Robarts and Miss Grantly are still at the piano." "I have sung away all that I knew, mother.

There's Culpepper has not had a chance yet.

He has got to give us his dream--how he 'dreamt that he dwelt in marble halls!'" "I sang that an hour ago," said the captain, not over-pleased.
"But you certainly have not told us how 'your little lovers came!'" The captain, however, would not sing any more.