I call it cruel, downright cruel." "You are a wicked girl, Isobel," her mother said angrily, "a wicked, violent girl, and I don't know what will become of you.

It is abominable of you to talk so, even if you are wicked enough to get into a passion.
What can we do for him that we don't do?
What is the use of talking to him when he never pays attention to what we say, and is always moping.

I am sure we get everything that we think will please him, and he goes out for a walk with us every day; what could possibly be done more for him ?" "A great deal more might be done for him," Isobel burst out.

"You might love him, and that would be everything to him.

I don't believe you and Helena love him, not one bit, not one tiny scrap." "Go up to your room, Isobel, and remain there for the rest of the day.
You are a very bad girl.