"Sit down opposite to me, and look at the fire while I look at you." "Is it anything terrible ?" "It's nothing wrong." "Oh, Lady Glencora, if it's--" "I won't have you call me Lady Glencora.

Don't I call you Alice?
Why are you so unkind to me?
I have not come to you now asking you to do for me anything that you ought not to do." "But you are going to tell me something." Alice felt sure that the thing to be told would have some reference to Mr Fitzgerald, and she did not wish to hear Mr Fitzgerald's name from her cousin's lips.
"Tell you something;--of course I am.

I'm going to tell you that,--that in writing to you the other day I wrote a fib.

But it wasn't that I wished to deceive you;--only I couldn't say it all in a letter." "Say all what ?" "You know I confessed that I had been very bad in not coming to you in London last year." "I never thought of it for a moment." "You did not care whether I came or not: was that it?
But never mind.
Why should you have cared?
But I cared.

I told you in my letter that I didn't come because I had so many things on hand.