I shall pull myself together again." "You had better not take it too hard.

If you are bored, you need n't be afraid to say so--to me at least." "You should n't say such things as that," the Baroness answered.

"You should encourage me." "I admire your patience; that is encouraging." "You should n't even say that.

When you talk of my patience you are disloyal to your own people.

Patience implies suffering; and what have I had to suffer ?" "Oh, not hunger, not unkindness, certainly," said Acton, laughing.
"Nevertheless, we all admire your patience." "You all detest me!" cried the Baroness, with a sudden vehemence, turning her back toward him.
"You make it hard," said Acton, getting up, "for a man to say something tender to you." This evening there was something particularly striking and touching about her; an unwonted softness and a look of suppressed emotion.