I don't know whether she saw it or not, but I was as mad as hops; and I am that way yet.

I had a plan that would have given you a chance to talk to her, but that ain't any good, now that it is raining.
Let me look at your ankle; I hope that is getting along all right, any way." While the old lady was engaged in ministering to his needs, he told her of his plan.

He said he wished to send a message to Miss March by some one, and if he could get the message properly delivered, it would help him very much.
"I'll take it," said she, looking up suddenly from the piece of soft, old linen she was folding; "I'll go to her this very minute, and tell her just what you want me to." "Mrs Keswick," said Lawrence, "you are as kind as you can possibly be, but I do not think it would be right for you to go on an errand like this.

Miss March might not receive you well, and that would annoy me very much.

And, besides, to speak frankly, you have taken up my cause so warmly, and have been such a good friend to me, that I am afraid your earnest desire to assist me might perhaps carry you a little too far.
Please do not misunderstand me.