But I must say--I do not wish to trouble your father--you know he cannot bear worry--but I must say, that if you do not listen to me, he must be spoken to.' 'Why not Mama ?' 'I should naturally select my brother first.

No doubt you understand me.' 'Any distant allusion to Mr.Harrington ?' 'Pertness will not avail you, Rose.' 'So you want me to do secretly what I am doing openly ?' 'You must and shall remember you are a Jocelyn, Rose.' 'Only half, my dear aunt!' 'And by birth a lady, Rose.' 'And I ought to look under my eyes, and blush, and shrink, whenever I come near a gentleman, aunt!' 'Ah! my dear.

No doubt you will do what is most telling.

Since you have spoken of this Mr.Harrington, I must inform you that I have it on certain authority from two or three sources, that he is the son of a small shopkeeper at Lymport.' Mrs.Shorne watched the effect she had produced.
'Indeed, aunt ?' cried Rose.

'And do you know this to be true ?' 'So when you talk of gentlemen, Rose, please be careful whom you include.' 'I mustn't include poor Mr.Harrington?
Then my Grandpapa Bonner is out of the list, and such numbers of good worthy men ?' Mrs.Shorne understood the hit at the defunct manufacturer.