"Why, the music and the wine and all the rest of it. There are some people full of that kind of impudence. How they manage to carry it on without ever paying a shilling, I never could tell. I know I have to pay my way, and something over and beyond generally."
Maria's mother said, "Yes, indeed." She had other daughters there besides Maria, and was looking down the table to see whether they were judiciously placed. Her beauty, her youngest one, Ophelia, was sitting next to that ne'er-do-well Joe Fairstairs, and this made her unhappy. "Ophelia, my dear, you are dreadfully in the draught; there's a seat up here, just opposite, where you'll be more comfortable."
"There's no draught here, mamma," said Ophelia, without the slightest sign of moving. Perhaps Ophelia liked the society of that lanky, idle, useless young man.

"Why, the music and the wine and all the rest of it. There are some people full of that kind of impudence, who never pay a shilling. I pay my way."
Maria's mother said, "Yes, indeed." She had other daughters there besides Maria, and her youngest and prettiest one, Ophelia, was sitting next to that ne'er-do-well Joe Fairstairs. "Ophelia, my dear, you are dreadfully in the draught; there's a seat up here where you'll be more comfortable."
"There's no draught here, mamma," said Ophelia, without moving.
