[Miss Murdstone] was brought into the parlour with many tokens of welcome, and there formally recognized my mother as a new and near relative. Then she looked at me, and said:
'Is that your boy, sister-in-law?
My mother acknowledged me.
'Generally speaking,' said Miss Murdstone, 'I don't like boys. How d'ye do, boy?'
Under these encouraging circumstances, I replied that I was very well, and that I hoped she was the same; with such an indifferent grace, that Miss Murdstone disposed of me in two words:
'Wants manner!'