That's my view of it: I think for myself.

What does it matter to me whether you're the daughter of a Duke or the daughter of a Dairyman?
It isn't your father I want to marry--it's you.

Listen to reason, there's a dear! We have only one question to settle before we go back to your aunt.

You wouldn't answer me when I asked it a little while since.

Will you answer now?
_Do_ you like me ?" Isabel looked up at him timidly.
"In my position, sir," she asked, "have I any right to like you?
What would your relations and friends think, if I said Yes ?" Hardyman gave her waist a little admonitory squeeze with his arm "What?
You're at it again?
A nice way to answer a man, to call him 'Sir,' and to get behind his rank as if it was a place of refuge from him! I hate talking of myself, but you force me to it.