“He did, papa; but you must ask me no more. I shall never see him again!”
“Perfectly charming!” said Mrs. Crawford, standing at the door. “The prettiest picture I have seen for a long time—father and daughter in each other's arms. But, my dear George, are you not yet dressed for the bishop's dinner? Daireen, my child, did you not say you would be ready when I would call for you? I am quite disappointed, and I would be angry only you look perfectly lovely this evening—like a beautiful lily. The dear bishop will be so charmed, for you are one of his favourites. Now do make haste, and I entreat of you to be particular with your shades of gray.”
CHAPTER XL.
... A list of... resolutes
For food and diet, to some enterprise
That hath a stomach in't.
My news shall be the fruit to that great feast.
Why, let the stricken deer go weep,