Considering how she was humoured, when a oneling, I think her behaviour is extraordinary.

Emma went through the closet and removed the black gabardine jacket she had hung up to unwrinkle.

She tried to fight back her laughter.

a small French hat, which might not have been much too large for my lord of set jauntily in the centre of a system of long black curls , which my eye, long accustomed to penetrate the arcana of habilatory art, discovered at once to be a wig.