If civility is to win Besworth for you, there is my hand." "Be civil--that's all," said Wilfrid, pressing the hand given.

"These consultations of yours and acting in concert--one tongue for three women--are a sort of missish, unripe nonsense, that one sees only in bourgeoise girls--eh?
Give it up.

Lady Charlotte hit on it at a glance." "And I, my chameleon brother, will return her the compliment, some day," Adela said to herself, as she hurried back to her sisters, bearing a message for Cornelia.

This lady required strong persuasion.

A word from Adela: "He will think you have some good reason to deny him a private interview," sent her straight to the stairs.
Wilfrid was walking up and down, with his arms folded and his brows bent.