Are you laughing at me for this?
I sometimes laugh at it myself." "No, it is delicious," he answered her, speaking more lightly than he felt.

"What a numskull you make, Grizel, of any man who presumes to write about women! I am at school again, and you are Miss Ailie teaching me the alphabet.

But I thought you lost that serious little girl on the doleful day when she heard you say that you loved me best." "She came back.

She has no one but me." "And she still warns you against me ?" Grizel laughed gleefully.

"I am too clever for her," she said.