I should not have married Theobald." "Why, God bless me, child!" she said, staring at me.

"You will be telling me next that you are in love with Richard Dawson.

But I shall not believe it, not with that face." She went away with a look of hopeless bewilderment.
I fared less well with Maureen, who was bitterly angry with me and said things to me that I could not have borne if she had been always responsible for what she said.
"A fine husband you'll be getting, Miss Bawn," she said.

"There's no accounting for ladies' tastes, and by all accounts there are a good many ladies who are fond of Master Richard.

Ask Lady Ardaragh.