"Does 'I, my husband,' expect Lady Harlow and Jane Hatton to change their plans for his whim ?" "Not for any whim of mine, Jane, would I ask you to change your plans.

I have heard something which will compel me to pay more attention to you." "Goodness knows, I am thankful for that! During my late illness, I think you were exceedingly negligent." "Why did you make yourself so ill?
Tell me that." "Such a preposterous question!" she replied, but she was startled and frightened by it and more so by the anger in John's face and voice.

In a moment the truth flashed upon her consciousness and it roused just as quickly an intense contradiction and a willful determination not only to stand her ground but to justify her position.
"If this is your catechism, John, I have not yet learned it." "Sit down, Jane.

You must tell me the truth if it takes all the day.

You had better sit down." Then she threw herself into the large easy chair he pushed towards her; for she felt strangely weak and trembling and John's sorrowful, angry manner terrified her.
"Jane," he said, "I have heard to my great grief and shame that it is your fault we have no more children." "I think Martha is one too many." At the moment she uttered these words she was sorry.