I suppose my aunt has been asking you to say this, but it's no use.

I'm sorry it's no use, she wishes it so much; but I'm not sorry otherwise.
You can find the pleasure at least of doing good work in it; but I couldn't find anything in it but a barren amusement.

Mr.Wetmore is right; for me, it's like enjoying an opera, or a ball." "That's one of Wetmore's phrases.

He'd sacrifice anything to them." She put aside the whole subject with a look.

"You were not at Mr.
Dryfoos's the other day.