Will you read it ?" "No." "Will you read it to please me ?" Emilia changed from a look of quiet opposition to gentleness of feature.
"Why will it please you if I read that he has flattered you?
I never lie about what I feel; I think men do." Her voice sank.
"You won't allow yourself to imagine, then, that he has spoken false to you ?" "Tell me," retorted Emilia, "are you sure in your heart--as sure as it beats each time--that he loves you?
You are not." "It seems that we are dignifying my gentleman remarkably," said Lady Charlotte.

"When two women fight for a man, that is almost a meal for his vanity.

Now, listen.

I am not, as they phrase it, in love.

I am an experienced person--what is called a woman of the world.