He merely left a winter nosegay made of green leaves and laurestinus flowers, and sent up a message to say that he should call at half past three, and hoped that he might then be able to see Mrs Greenow--on particular business.
"That means you, Kate," said Mrs Greenow.
"No, it doesn't; it doesn't mean me at all.

At any rate he won't see me." "I dare say it's me he wishes to see.

It seems to be the fashionable plan now for gentlemen to make offers by deputy.

If he says anything, I can only refer him to you, you know." "Yes, you can; you can tell him simply that I won't have him.

But he is no more thinking of me than--" "Than he is of me, you were going to say." "No, aunt; I wasn't going to say that at all." "Well, we shall see.