Eccentricity May Be Diverting, Mama, But It

My Dear Girl, You Don't Consent To An Abduction! You Consent To An Elopement, And I Knew You Wouldn't Do That.

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!

His Grace Was At Her Side, And Lifted Her Down From The Chair. "my Enfant," He Said , "duchesses Do Not Dance On Chairs, Nor Do They Call Their Brothers 'imbécile'." Léonie's Twinkled Irrepressibly. "i Do," She Said Firmly.

Horatia Said Eagerly: "oh, You Will Take M-me Instead?" "no," Said Rule, With A Faint Smile. "i Won't Do That. But I Will Engage Not To Marry Your Sister. It's Not Necessary To Offer Me An Exchange, My Poor Child." "b-but It Is!" Said Horatia Vigorously. "one Of Us M-must Marry You!

No One Could Have Called Mr. Standen Quick-witted, But The Possession Of Three Sisters Had Considerably Sharpened His Instinct Of Self-preservation.