"To Mr.Redmain, of course!" she said.
Hesper nodded.
"When are you going to be--"-- she was about to say "cut up" but there was a something occasionally visible in Hesper that now and then checked one of her less graceful coarsenesses.

"When is the purchase to be completed ?" she asked, instead.
"Good Heavens, Sepia! don't be so heartless!" cried Hesper.

"Things are not quite so bad as that! I am not yet in the hell of knowing that.

The day is not fixed for the great red dragon to make a meal of me." "I see you were not asleep in church, as I thought, all the time of the sermon, last Sunday," said Sepia.
"I did my best, but I could not sleep: every time little Mowbray mentioned the beast, I thought of Mr.Redmain; and it made me too miserable to sleep." "Poor Hesper!--Well! let us hope that, like the beast in the fairy-tale, he will turn out a man after all." "My heart will break," cried Hesper, throwing herself into a chair.
"Pity me, Sepia; _you_ love me a little." A slight shadow darkened yet more Sepia's shadowy brow.
"Hesper," she said, gravely, "you never told me there was anything of that sort! Who is it ?" "Mr.Redmain, of course!--I don't know what you mean, Sepia." "You said your heart was breaking: who is it for ?" asked Sepia, almost imperiously, and raising her voice a little.
"Sepia!" cried Hesper, in bewilderment.
"Why should your heart be breaking, except you loved somebody ?" "Because I hate _him_," answered Hesper.
"Pooh! is that all ?" returned Miss Yolland.

"If there were anybody you wanted--then I grant!" "Sepia!" said Hesper, almost entreatingly, "I can not bear to be teased to-day.