If you warn me of quarrelling with some one, it must be because you know some one who is not unlikely to quarrel with me.

You are a flighty and fanciful girl, but you have sense enough not to trouble either yourself or me on a point of honour, save when there is some good reason for it." Clara once more protested, and it was with the deepest anxiety to be believed, that what she had said arose only out of the general consequences which she apprehended from the line of conduct her brother had adopted, and which, in her apprehension, was so likely to engage him in the broils that divided the good company at the Spring.

Mowbray listened to her explanation with an air of doubt, or rather incredulity, sipped a cup of tea which had for some time been placed before him, and at length replied, "Well, Clara, whether I am right or wrong in my guess, it would be cruel to torment you any more, remembering what you have just done for me.

But do justice to your brother, and believe, that when you have any thing to ask of him, an explicit declaration of your wishes will answer your purpose much better than any ingenious oblique attempts to influence me.

Give up all thoughts of such, my dear Clara--you are but a poor manoeuvrer, but were you the very Machiavel of your sex, you should not turn the flank of John Mowbray." He left the room as he spoke, and did not return, though his sister twice called upon him.