I believe she has now got over even poor Sir Miles's death." "And the loss of the great property!" "Fie, Mary!" said Mr.Fielden, almost austerely.
Mary looked down, rebuked, for she was not one of the high-spirited wives who despise their husbands for goodness.
"I beg pardon, my dear," she said meekly; "it was very wrong in me; but I cannot--do what I will--I cannot like that Miss Clavering." "The more need to judge her with charity.

And if what I fear is the case, I'm sure we can't feel too much compassion for the poor blinded young lady." "Bless my heart, Mr.Fielden, what is it you mean ?" The parson looked round, to be sure the door was quite closed, and replied, in a whisper: "I mean, that I fear William Mainwaring loves, not Lucretia, but Susan." The scissors fell from the hand of Mrs.Fielden; and though one point stuck in the ground, and the other point threatened war upon flounces and toes, strange to say, she did not even stoop to remove the chevaux-de-frise.
"Why, then, he's a most false-hearted young man!" "To blame, certainly," said Fielden; "I don't say to the contrary,--though I like the young man, and am sure that he's more timid than false.

I may now tell you--for I want your advice, Mary--what I kept secret before.

When Mainwaring visited us, many months ago, at Southampton, he confessed to me that he felt warmly for Susan, and asked if I thought Sir Miles would consent.

I knew too well how proud the poor old gentleman was, to give him any such hopes.