I only wish he were not so ugly--_that's_ all _I_ think about: but then there's no choice here in the country; and papa _will not_ let us go to London--' 'But I should think Mr.Hatfield would be far better.' 'And so he would, if he were lord of Ashby Park--there's not a doubt of it: but the fact is, I _must_ have Ashby Park, whoever shares it with me.' 'But Mr.Hatfield thinks you like him all this time; you don't consider how bitterly he will be disappointed when he finds himself mistaken.' '_No_, indeed! It will be a proper punishment for his presumption--for ever _daring_ to think I could like him.

I should enjoy nothing so much as lifting the veil from his eyes.' 'The sooner you do it the better then.' 'No; I tell you, I like to amuse myself with him.

Besides, he doesn't really think I like him.

I take good care of that: you don't know how cleverly I manage.

He may presume to think he can induce me to like him; for which I shall punish him as he deserves.' 'Well, mind you don't give too much reason for such presumption--that's all,' replied I.
But all my exhortations were in vain: they only made her somewhat more solicitous to disguise her wishes and her thoughts from me.