"No, I don't intend to let it go.

You may be a fine lady, but you're a rogue, you know, and a charming one, as I hear a friend of mine has been saying.

Shall I call him out?
Shall I fight him with pistols, or swords, and leave him bleeding on the ground, because he thinks you a pretty rogue ?" Adela struggled against the blandishment of this old familiar style of converse--part fun, part flattery--dismissed since the great idea had governed Brookfield.
"Please tell me what you called me down for, dear ?" "To give you a lesson in sitting on chairs.

'Adela, or the Puritan sister,' thus: you sit on the extremest edge, and your eyes peruse the ceiling; and..." "Oh! will you ever forget that perfectly ridiculous scene ?" Adela cried in anguish.
She was led by easy stages to talk of Besworth.
"Understand," said Wilfrid, "that I am indifferent about it.

The idea sprang from you--I mean from my pretty sister Adela, who is President of the Council of Three.