I haven't been half so well lately.
That scene about Tina this morning quite upset me.

Poor little Tina! What a little simpleton it was, to set her heart on me in that way! But she ought to see how impossible it is that things should be different.

If she would but understand how kindly I feel towards her, and make up her mind to look on me as a friend;--but that it what one never can get a woman to do.

Beatrice is very good-natured; I'm sure she would be kind to the little thing.

It would be a great comfort if Tina would take to Gilfil, if it were only in anger against me.