There was something in his tone, a kind of veiled malice, which made her angry.
"I don't suppose you care whether she's alive or dead," she said impatiently; "so you needn't trouble yourself to talk about her." "Needn't I?
O, she's too grand a person to be talked of by such as me, is she?
Never mind, Nell; don't be cross.

And when Mrs.Holbrook comes back to England, you shall go and see her." "I will," answered Ellen; "if I have to walk to London to do it." "O, but you sha'n't walk.

You shall go by rail.

I'll spare you the money for that, for once in a way, though I'm not over fond of wasting money." Day by day Mr.Whitelaw's habits grew more secluded and morose.

It is not to be supposed that he was troubled by those finer feelings which might have made the misery of a better man; but even in his dull nature there may have been some dim sense that his marriage was a failure and mistake; that in having his own way in this matter he had in nowise secured his own happiness.