She came merely to tell Mr.Bassett her mind, viz., that he was a shabby fellow, and she had had her cry, and didn't care a straw for him now.

And she did tell him so, in a loud voice, and with a flushed cheek.
But he set to work, humbly and patiently, to pacify her; he represented that, in a small house like the vicarage, every thing is known; he should have ruined her character if he had not held aloof.

"But it is different now," said he.

"You can run out of Huntercombe House, and meet me here, and nobody be the wiser." "Not I," said Mary Wells, with a toss.

"The worse thing a girl can do is to keep company with a gentleman.