I should pretend to think that poultry and piecrust were plentiful with you." "No, you wouldn't, dear;--not if I were as dear to you as you are to me." "Well, then, be sorry; and let there be an end of it.

Remember how much of all this I must of necessity have to go through with poor papa." "Ah, yes; I can believe that." "And he is so far from well.

Of course you have not seen him since I have been gone." "No; we never see him unless he comes up to the gate there." Then there was another pause for a moment.

"And what about Captain Aylmer ?" asked Mrs.Askerton.
"Well;--what about him ?" "He is the heir now ?" "Yes;--he is the heir." "And that is all ?" "Yes; that is all.

What more should there be?
The poor old house at Perivale will be shut up, I suppose." "I don't care about the old house much, as it is not to be your house." "No;--it is not to be my house certainly." "There were two ways in which it might have become yours." "Though there were ten ways, none of those ways have come my way," said Clara.
"Of course I know that you are so close that though there were anything to tell you would not tell it." "I think I would tell you anything that was proper to be told; but now there is nothing proper,--or improper." "Was it proper or improper when Mr.Belton made an offer to you,--as I knew he would do, of course; as I told you that he would?
Was that so improper that it could not be told ?" Clara was aware that the tell-tale colour in her face at once took from her the possibility of even pretending that the allegation was untrue, and that in any answer she might give she must acknowledge the fact.