He expected to see me again to-morrow, and there he'll be so disappointed: and he'll wait for me, and I sha'n't come!' 'Nonsense!' said I, 'do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
Hasn't he Hareton for a companion?
Not one in a hundred would weep at losing a relation they had just seen twice, for two afternoons.

Linton will conjecture how it is, and trouble himself no further about you.' 'But may I not write a note to tell him why I cannot come ?' she asked, rising to her feet.

'And just send those books I promised to lend him?
His books are not as nice as mine, and he wanted to have them extremely, when I told him how interesting they were.

May I not, Ellen ?' 'No, indeed! no, indeed!' replied I with decision.

'Then he would write to you, and there'd never be an end of it.