Perhaps I am not kind to him, not sisterly or soft in my manners; but he treats me too much as a child.

He never asks my opinion on any subject.

We live under his protection, and he never grudges us money; he is generous in that way; but he never enters into our thoughts.
Lady Betty and I lead our own lives.
'You ask me why I do not write to him, my dear Ursula.

Such a thought would never enter my head.

Write to Giles! What should I say to him?
How would such a letter ever get itself written?
Do you suppose he would care for me as a correspondent?
I should like you to ask him that question, if you dared.