But tell me why it is you speak to-night rather unlike the sedate, philosophical Emma; in a tone-well, tolerably sentimental ?' 'I am unaware of it,' said Emma, who could have retorted with a like reproach.

'I am anxious, I will not say at present for your happiness, for your peace; and I have a hope that possibly a timely word from some friend--Lukin or another--might induce him to consider.' 'To pardon me, do you mean ?' cried Diana, flushing sternly.
'Not pardon.

Suppose a case of faults on both sides.' 'You address a faulty person, my dear.

But do you know that you are hinting at a reconcilement ?' 'Might it not be ?' 'Open your eyes to what it involves.

I trust I can pardon.