I was on the point of telling Mr.
Brett the last time I saw him in London, but he would not permit it.

You are my cousin, and ought to know." "My dear girl," he cried, "why this solemnity?
You give me shivers when you speak in that way!" "Pray listen to me, Robert.

This is no matter for jesting.

I am your cousin, but only in a sense.

In the eyes of the law I am a nameless outcast.