You and grandmother both have hearts of stone.

I think she must have taken out your heart when you were little, and put a stone in its place.' 'Really,' said Lesbia, trying to carry things with a high hand, albeit her very human heart was beating passionately all the time, 'I think you ought to be very grateful to me--and grandmother--for refusing Mr.
Hammond.' 'Why grateful ?' 'Because it leaves you a chance of getting him for yourself; and everybody can see that you are over head and ears in love with him.

That jumps to the eyes, as you say.' Mary turned crimson, trembled with rage, looked at her sister as if she would kill her, for a moment or so, and finally burst into tears.
'That is not true, and it is shameful for you to say such a thing,' she cried.
'Why, what a virago you are, Mary.

Well, I'm very glad it is not true.
Mr.Hammond is--yes, I will be quite candid with you--he is the only man I am ever likely to admire for his own sake.

He is good, brave, clever, all that you think him.