You do!" "Oh, my dear!" said I."If you won't let me speak--" "You're speaking now.

You know you are.

Don't tell stories, Miss Summerson." "My dear," said I, "as long as you won't hear me out--" "I don't want to hear you out." "Oh, yes, I think you do," said I, "because that would be so very unreasonable.

I did not know what you tell me because the servant did not come near me at dinner; but I don't doubt what you tell me, and I am sorry to hear it." "You needn't make a merit of that," said she.
"No, my dear," said I."That would be very foolish." She was still standing by the bed, and now stooped down (but still with the same discontented face) and kissed Ada.

That done, she came softly back and stood by the side of my chair.