But such, I think, is not the case." "And you must forget her now." "Never, Lady Desmond." "Nonsense, sir.

A child that does not know her own mind, that thinks of a lover as she does of some new toy, whose first appearance in the world was only made the other night at your cousin's house! you ought to feel ashamed of such a passion, Mr.Fitzgerald." "I am very far from being ashamed of it, Lady Desmond." "At any rate, let me tell you this.

My daughter has promised me most solemnly that she will neither see you again, nor have any correspondence with you.

And this I know of her, that her word is sacred.

I can excuse her on account of her youth; and, young as she is, she already sees her own folly in having allowed you so to address her.