But,--but there had come to be trouble and bitter words.

Lady Rowley had been right when she said that her daughter Emily also liked to have her own way.
"If I am suspected," said Mrs.Trevelyan to her sister one morning, as they sat together in the little back drawing-room, "life will not be worth having." "How can you talk of being suspected, Emily ?" "What does he mean then by saying that he would rather not have Colonel Osborne here?
A man older than my own father, who has known me since I was a baby!" "He didn't mean anything of that kind, Emily.

You know he did not, and you should not say so.

It would be too horrible to think of." "It was a great deal too horrible to be spoken, I know.

If he does not beg my pardon, I shall,--I shall continue to live with him, of course, as a sort of upper servant, because of baby.