I don't say she was dying of love for you, but she took a fancy to you." "We will let this pass!" said Rowland, after a silence.
"Oh, I don't insist.

I have only her own word for it." "She told you this ?" "You noticed, at least, I suppose, that she was not afraid to speak.

I never repeated it, not because I was jealous, but because I was curious to see how long your ignorance would last if left to itself." "I frankly confess it would have lasted forever.

And yet I don't consider that my insensibility is proved." "Oh, don't say that," cried Roderick, "or I shall begin to suspect--what I must do you the justice to say that I never have suspected--that you are a trifle conceited.

Upon my word, when I think of all this, your protest, as you call it, against my following Christina Light seems to me thoroughly offensive.