If I were Miss Gresham, should I be right ?" "But, Minnie, you are not Miss Gresham." "No, I am Mary Thorne; it is a very different thing, I know.

I suppose _I_ might marry any one without degrading myself." It was almost ill-natured of her to say this; but she had not meant to say it in the sense which the sounds seemed to bear.

She had failed in being able to bring her uncle to the point she wished by the road she had planned, and in seeking another road, she had abruptly fallen into unpleasant places.
"I should be very sorry that my niece should think so," said he; "and am sorry, too, that she should say so.

But, Mary, to tell the truth, I hardly know at what you are driving.

You are, I think, not so clear minded--certainly, not so clear worded--as is usual with you." "I will tell you, uncle;" and, instead of looking up into his face, she turned her eyes down on the green lawn beneath her feet.
"Well, Minnie, what is it ?" and he took both her hands in his.
"I think that Miss Gresham should not marry Mr Moffat.