In a moment the veil fell from her eyes: she understood that Sophia was in love with Julius, and fearful of her own influence over him.

She had been about to leave the room: she returned to the window, and stood at it a few moments, as if considering the assertion.
"I should be very sorry if that were the case, Sophia." "Why ?" "Because I do not admire Julius in any way.

I never could admire him.

I don't want to be in debt to him for even one-half hour of sentimental affection." "You should let him understand that, Charlotte, if it be so." "He must be very dull if he does not understand." "When father and you went fishing yesterday, he went with you." "Why did you not come also?
We begged you to do so." "Because I hate to be hot and untidy, and to get my hands soiled, and my face flushed.

That was your condition when you returned home; but all the same, he said you looked like a water-nymph or a wood-nymph." "I think very little of him for such talk.