Mr.Siward is one, Mr.Plank is another.

Sylvia, if you care to come I shall be delighted." "I do care to come," said Sylvia.

Her heart was beating violently, her eyes were on Quarrier.
"If you go," said Quarrier, showing the glimmering edge of teeth under his beard, "you will answer to me for it." "I will answer you now, Howard; I am going with Mrs.Mortimer.What have you to say ?" "I'll say it to-morrow," he replied, contemplating her in a dull, impassive manner as though absorbed in other things.
"Say what there is to be said now!" she insisted, the hot colour staining her cheeks again.

"Do you desire me to free you?
Is that all?
I will if you wish." "No.

And I shall not free you, Sylvia.