If you wish to be 'my lady,' take Sir Hugh, if he will have you; but I go halves with nobody.

Now is the time to resolve; I shall never ask you again; and whatever your opinion may be upon the subject, I consider that I do you as great honour in asking you to be my wife, as if there were fifty Sir Hughs at your feet.' It was now Netta's time to pout and look cross.

She generally did before her private interviews with her cousin ended.

Their quick tempers were sure to inflame each other.
'I am sure I don't care whether you ask me again or not.

It is not such a great favour on your part.' 'Very well; then "your ladyship" has probably decided in favour of this,' and Howel made a face to represent Sir Hugh swelling his cheeks to their utmost extent.