The things we do!

In a word, Mrs. Mackenzie was, as the phrase is, "setting her cap" so
openly at Clive, that none of us could avoid seeing her play: and Clive
laughed at her simple manoeuvres as merrily as the rest. She was a merry
little woman. We gave her and her pretty daughter a luncheon in Lamb
Court, Temple; in Sibwright's chambers--luncheon from Dick's Coffee
House--ices and dessert from Partington's in the Strand. Miss Rosey, Mr.
Sibwright, our neighbour in Lamb Court, and the Reverend Charles Honeyman
sang very delightfully after lunch; there was quite a crowd of porters,
laundresses, and boys to listen in the court; Mr. Paley was disgusted
with the noise we made--in fact, the party was perfectly successful. We
all liked the widow, and if she did set her pretty ribbons at Clive, why
should not she? We all liked the pretty, fresh, modest Rosey. Why, even
the grave old benchers in the Temple church, when the ladies visited it
on Sunday, winked their reverend eyes with pleasure, as they looked at
those two uncommonly smart, pretty, well-dressed, fashionable women.


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