"All the world can't be always thinking of you and your affairs, Mr Dale." "Yet you were vexed because he hadn't." "I vexed! Not I!" said Barbara haughtily.
I could not make that out; she had seemed angry with him.

But because I spoke of her anger, she was angry now with me.

Indeed I began to think that little Charles, the King, and I had been right in that opinion in which the King found us so much of a mind.

Suddenly Barbara spoke.
"Tell me what she is like, this friend of yours," she said.

"I have never seen her." It leapt to my lips to cry, "Ay, you have seen her!" but I did not give utterance to the words.