She stopped at the bottom of the steep, broad flight of stairs; but we looked back as we went up, and she was still there, saying, still with a curtsy and a smile between every little sentence, "Youth. And hope. And beauty. And Chancery. And Conversation Kenge! Ha! Pray accept my blessing!"
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs; and when we looked back she was still there, saying with a curtsy and a smile, "Youth. And hope. And beauty. And Chancery. Ha! Pray accept my blessing!"