"I mean what I say.

My tutor, I say my tutor, has no right to ask a lady of my mother's rank of life to marry him.

It's a breach of confidence.

I say it's a liberty you take, Smirke--it's a liberty.

Mean, indeed!" "O Arthur!" the Curate began to cry with clasped hands, and a scared face, but Arthur gave another stamp with his foot and began to pull at the bell.