Women do .-- But you confess you want him yourself ?" Mary saw it would be the worst possible policy to be angry with him, especially as she had given him the trouble to come to her, and she must not lose this her last chance.
"I do not want him," she answered, with a smile; "and, if I did, he would never look at one in my position.

He would as soon think of marrying the daughter of one of his laborers--and quite right, too--for the one might just be as good as the other." "Well, now, that's a pity.

I would have done a good deal for _you_--I don't know why, for you're a little humbug if ever there was one! But, if you don't care about the fellow, I don't see why I should take the trouble.

Confess--you're a little bit in love with him--ain't you, now?
Confess to that, and I will do what I can." "I can't confess to a lie.

I owe Mr.Wardour a debt of gratitude--that is all--but no light thing, you will allow, sir!" "I don't know; I never tried its weight.