"Why don't you ask himself ?" "My dear Mrs.Bold, I'll tell you why.

There are wheels within wheels, all of which I would explain to you, only I fear that there is not time.

It is essentially necessary that I should have an answer to this question, otherwise I cannot know how to advance your father's wishes; and it is quite impossible that I should ask himself.

No one can esteem your father more than I do, but I doubt if this feeling is reciprocal." It certainly was not.

"I must be candid with you as the only means of avoiding ultimate consequences, which may be most injurious to Mr.Harding.I fear there is a feeling--I will not even call it a prejudice--with regard to myself in Barchester, which is not in my favour.