Lady Janet laid down her knife and fork, and fixed one of her fierce looks on me.
"'It may not be your fault, Horace,' she said, 'if your nature is incapable of comprehending what is great and generous in other natures higher than yours.

But the least you can do is to distrust your own capacity of appreciation.

For the future keep your opinions (on questions which you don't understand) modestly to yourself.

I have a tenderness for you for your father's sake; and I take the most favorable view of your conduct toward Mercy Merrick.

I humanely consider it the conduct of a fool.' (Her own words, Miss Roseberry.