They had a method of treating matters they did not countenance, as if nature had never conceived them, and such were the monstrous issue of diseased imaginations.

It was hard for Emilia to hear that what she designed to do was "utterly out of the question and not to be for one moment thought of." She reiterated, with the same interpreting stress, that she had given her promise.
"Do you know, I praised you for putting them off so cleverly," said Adela in tones of gentle reproach that bewildered Emilia.
"Must we remind you, then, that you are bound by a previous promise ?" Cornelia made a counter-demonstration with the word.

"Have you not promised to dine with us at Lady Gosstre's to-night ?" "Oh, of course I shall keep that," replied Emilia.

"I intend to.

I will sing there, and then I will go and sing to those poor people, who never hear anything but dreadful music--not music at all, but something that seems to tear your flesh!" "Never mind our flesh," said Adela pettishly: melodiously remonstrating the next instant: "I really thought you could not be in earnest." "But," said Arabella, "can you find pleasure in wasting your voice and really great capabilities on such people ?" Emilia caught her up--"This poor man?
But he loves music: he really knows the good from the bad.