I mean, proud of.

I'm afraid I was a little glad of it at first.

I was a wicked girl." Mr.Moffat glanced at Mr.Fox; but that gentleman, passing over this artless expression of feeling, as unworthy an objection, he went steadily on: "Miss Cumberland, before you tell us about this note, will you be good enough to inform us whether any words passed between you and your sister before you went upstairs ?" "Oh, yes; we talked.

We all three talked, but it was about indifferent matters.

The servants were going to a ball, and we spoke of that.