"There doesn't seem to be very much in it." "That's it! Don't you think I had a right to there being something in it, after all I did for her ?" "I always hoped you hadn't done anything for her, but if you have, why should she give herself away on paper?
It's a very proper letter." "It's a little too proper, and it's the last I shall have to do with her.

She knew that I should be on pins and needles till I heard how her father had taken Burnamy's being there, that night, and she doesn't say a word about it." "The general may have had a tantrum that she couldn't describe.

Perhaps she hasn't told him, yet." "She would tell him instantly!" cried Mrs.March who began to find reason in the supposition, as well as comfort for the hurt which the girl's reticence had given her.

"Or if she wouldn't, it would be because she was waiting for the best chance." "That would be like the wise daughter of a difficult father.

She may be waiting for the best chance to say how he took it.