The Society Of My Relatives Can Only

Miss Grantham's Sense Of Humour Got The Better Of Her At This Point, And, Tottering Towards A Chair, She Sank Into It, Exclaiming In Tragic Accents:'oh Heavens! I Am Betrayed!' His Lordship Blenched; Both He And Miss Laxton Regarded Her With Guilty Dismay. Miss Grantham Buried Her Face In Her Handkerchief, And Uttered One Shattering Word: 'wretch!

Will You Marry Me, Vile And Abominable Girl That You Are? Yes, But, Mind, It Only To Save My Neck From Being Wrung!

People Who Start A Sentence With Personally (and They're Always Women) Ought To Be Thrown To The Lions. It's A Repulsive Habit.

My House Seems Remarkably Full Of People," He Observed. "is It Possible We Were Expected.

I Was Under The Impression That I Warned You That In London Country Ways Will Not Do, Frederica!” “you Did!” She Retorted. “and Although I Can’t Say That I Paid Much Heed To Your Advice It So Happens That I Am Accompanied Today By My Aunt!” “who Adds Invisibility To Her Other Accomplishments!