"ENGLISH!" said Sir Charles.

"Then tell me, how did I come here?
Where am I ?" "You had a fit, and the doctor ordered you to be kept quiet; and I am here to nurse you." "A fit! Ay, I remember.

That vile woman!" "Don't think of her: give your mind to getting well: remember, there is somebody who would break her heart if you--" "Oh, my poor Bella! my sweet, timid, modest, loving Bella!" He was so weakened that he cried like a child.
Miss Somerset rose, and laid her forehead sadly upon the window-sill.
"Why do I cry for her, like a great baby ?" muttered Sir Charles.

"She wouldn't cry for me.

She has cast me off in a moment." "Not she.