"'Tis almost a pity," Mrs. Rouncewell adds--only "almost" because it borders on impiety to suppose that anything could be better than it is, in such an express dispensation as the Dedlock affairs--"that my Lady has no family. If she had had a daughter now, a grown young lady, to interest her, I think she would have had the only kind of excellence she wants."

"'Tis almost a pity," Mrs. Rouncewell adds, "that my Lady has no family. If she had had a daughter to interest her, I think she would have had the only kind of excellence she lacks."
