I must own I think it hard.' Emma chafed her cold hand softly.
'It is hard; I understand it,' she murmured.

'And is your Sunday visit to us in the list of offences ?' 'An item.' 'You gave me a happy day.' 'Then it counts for me in heaven.' 'He set spies on you ?' 'So we may presume.' Emma went through a sphere of tenuious reflections in a flash.
'He will rue it.

Perhaps now...

he may now be regretting his wretched frenzy.

And Tony could pardon; she has the power of pardoning in her heart.' 'Oh! certainly, dear.