Mrs. Sherbourne […] hurriedly searched her pocket, her caba, and her muff, without finding the lost treasure.

And through the Greeks and Ilians they rapt / The whirring chariot.

[…]he gasconaded on the theme of his personal exploits in the Seven Years' War of France in Spain, as if he had been as prime a sword-player as Murat[…]

Mrs. French insisted that they come into her room for a cordial, when she heard they were leaving. “You must have a stirrup cup,” Mrs. French said to Carol.