"Lady Swansdown again, I suppose," says he, with a bored uplifting of his brows.
Edward Henry leaped from his chair, and the swansdown quilt swathed his slippered feet.
Although the month was September, and the weather warm even for September, a swansdown quilt lay spread upon his knees.
Swansdown also edged the little violet cloaks which hung from their shoulders.
Mr. Collins unfurled her fan, fringed with swansdown, and proceeded to fan the "large lady."
