Oh, that horrid, horrid sea! It's like death--you don't know where they are, and you can't hear from them--and a four years' voyage! Oh, dear! oh, dear!" "Don't, dear child, don't; you distress me," said Mrs.Pitkin.
"Yes, that's just like me," said Diana, wiping her eyes.

"Here I am thinking only of myself, and you that have had your heart broken are trying to comfort me, and trying to comfort Cousin Silas.

We have both of us scolded and flouted him away, and now you, who suffer the most of either of us, spend your breath to comfort us.

It's just like you.

But, cousin, I'll try to be good and comfort you.