human
Mrs. Dormer-Smith? I thought so! Permit me to apologize for a seeming breach of etiquette. I am well aware that my call ought properly to have been paid to _you_, the mistress of this elegant mansion; but, being _personally_ unknown--although we are not so 'remote, unfriended, melancholy, or slow'--not that I use the epithet in a slang sense, I assure you!--in Oldchester, as to be unaware that Mrs. Dormer-Smith, the accomplished relative of our dear Miranda, is in all respects 'a glass of fashion and a mould of form.' Only I wish our divine bard had chosen any other word than 'mould,' which somehow is inextricably connected in my mind with short sixes.
gpt
Oh!