"Uncle John dines at home, and Mr Grey joins in the dissipation of a dinner-party.

We shall all be changed soon, I suppose, and George and I will take to keeping a little cottage in the country." "Kate," said Alice, angrily, "I think you are about the most unjust person I ever met.

I would forgive your raillery, however painful it might be, if it were only fair." "And to whom is it unfair on the present occasion;--to your father ?" "It was not intended for him." "To yourself ?" "I care nothing as to myself; you know that very well." "Then it must have been unfair to Mr Grey." "Yes; it was Mr Grey whom you meant to attack.

If I can forgive him for not caring for society, surely you might do so." "Exactly; but that's just what you can't do, my dear.

You don't forgive him.