"Much you know of Rosamond's eyes!"

"Or you either, boxed up in the van."

"Any way, they have made roast meat of his Reverence's heart! The
other two take it much more easily."

"She's a mere chicken," said Charlie. "Who would have thought of
Raymond being caught by a callow nestling?"

"And so uncommonly cool," added Frank.

"It would take much to transform Raymond," interposed the mother.
"Now, boys, away with you; I must have a little quiet, to repair
myself for company after dinner."

Charlie settled her cushions with womanly skill, and followed his
brother. "Well, Frank, which is the White Cat? Ah, I thought so--
she's yet to come."

"Not one is fit to hold a candle to _her_. You saw that as plain as
I did, Charlie; Eleonora beats them all."

"Ah, you're not the youngest brother, remember. It was he who
brought her home at last. Come, you need not knock me down; I shall
never see any one to surpass the mother, and I'll have no one till I
do."