I feel it so very due.

But, unfortunately--in short, if your compassion does not stand my friend--" "Oh! you are too scrupulous, indeed you are," cried Emma warmly, and taking her hand.

"You owe me no apologies; and every body to whom you might be supposed to owe them, is so perfectly satisfied, so delighted even--" "You are very kind, but I know what my manners were to you .-- So cold and artificial!--I had always a part to act .-- It was a life of deceit!--I know that I must have disgusted you." "Pray say no more.

I feel that all the apologies should be on my side.
Let us forgive each other at once.

We must do whatever is to be done quickest, and I think our feelings will lose no time there.