But I thought I saw something coming up, and as it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world, I mentioned it.

As for me,--Miss Mellerby doesn't care a straw for me.

You may be sure of that." "She would--if you'd ask her." "But I never shall ask her.

What's the use of beating about the bush, aunt?
I never shall ask her; and if I did, she wouldn't have me.

If you want to make Sophie Mellerby your niece, Jack's your game." Lady Scroope was ineffably disgusted.