Arabella, I think you'd better make up your mind that it won't do." "It must do," said Arabella.
"You're very fond of him it seems." "Mamma, how you do delight to torture me;--as if my life weren't bad enough without your making it worse." "I tell you, my dear, what I'm bound to tell you--as your mother.

I have my duty to do whether it's painful or not." "That's nonsense, mamma.

You know it is.

That might have been all very well ten years ago." "You were almost in your cradle, my dear." "Psha! cradle! I'll tell you what it is, mamma.

I've been at it till I'm nearly broken down.