A saint, indeed! A pretty sort of saint Mr.Hamilton must think me!' for it nettled me to think that he had ever heard Jill's ridiculous nonsense.
'Wait a moment, till I have finished: you are not too saintly to be cross sometimes.

I will tell him that, if you like.

Well, when he said this about quarrelling, Miss Darrell gave him one of her sweet smiles.
'"Nonsense, Giles, as though I mind what this dear foolish child says; she is indulging in a panegyric on her cousin's virtues, because I said she was a little masculine and strong-minded and rather looked down upon us poor women.

I have pressed her over and over again to spend an evening with us, but she always puts us off.

I am afraid we Gladwyn ladies are not to her taste." '"Don't be silly, Etta.