"It is better to like a dozen young men than one old one."

"I shan't marry Mr. Berkins, no matter what you say. However, you
can't accuse me of interfering in your affairs."

"No, _you_ don't."

"No more do I. If you want Frank, take him, only don't come sneaking
after Charley. I don't want Frank; I don't care twopence about him. If
you want to see it out with him, I shan't interfere; only don't you
come interfering with me and Jimmy, or Charley either."

Maggie did not like the idea of Sally getting two to her one. She
would have liked to have introduced a proviso about Alfred, but the
title Mount Rorke slipped between her thoughts, and she refrained. She
knew the present treaty secured her immunity from Sally only so long
as the affections and attentions of Jimmy and Charley showed no signs
of declension, and she was aware that her promise would only hold good
so long as Frank interested and Charley remained away in London.

The canary that had been twittering, now burst forth into long and
prolonged shrillings. Grace folded up her work along her knees; and
holding it in her hand like a roll of music, she said that they would
never hear the end of this tennis party.

"I don't see why father should ever know anything about it, he has
taken that horrid old Joseph with him, he never says more than a few
words to the footman, and he never sees the cook or housemaid. We have
all to-morrow to get the house straight."