Oh! oh! oh!" (A perfect flood of tears.) "Barbara! I regret nothing; this moment pays for all." "Well, then, I will! since you keep pressing me.

There, let me go; I must be alone; I must tell the sea how unjust I was, and how happy I am, and when you see me again you shall see the better side of your cousin Barbara." She was peremptory.

"She had her folly and his merits to think over," she said; but she promised to pass through Newhaven, and he should put her into her pony-phaeton, which would meet her there.
Lady Barbara was only a fool by the excess of her wit over her experience; and Lord Ipsden's love was not misplaced, for she had a great heart which she hid from little people.

I forgive her! The resolutions she formed in company with the sea, having dismissed Ipsden, and ordered her flunky into the horizon, will probably give our viscount just half a century of conjugal bliss.
As he was going she stopped him and said: "Your friend had browner hands than I have hitherto conceived possible.

_To tell the truth,_ I took them for the claws of a mahogany table when he grappled you--is that the term?
_C'est e'gal_--I like him--" She stopped him again.