I'm long past that." "So am I.'Amor ch'a null'-- '" Miriam stretched out her hand and took the volume with impatience.
"I'm at the end of this canto," she said, pointing.

"Never mind it now.
I should have thought you would have gone somewhere such a fine afternoon." "That sounds remarkably like a hint that patience is near its end." "I didn't mean it for that." "Then let us get a carriage and drive somewhere together, we two alone." Miriam shook her head.
"Because it is Sunday ?" asked Cecily, with a mischievous smile, leaning her head aside.
"There is an understanding between us, Cecily.

Don't break it." "But I told you my mood was wicked.

I feel disposed to break any and every undertaking.

I should like to fret and torment and offend you.