The English are so fond of tea." "Never mind that; I've something particular to say to you." "Don't speak so loud every one will hear," said Pansy.
"They won't hear if you continue to look that way: as if your only thought in life was the wish the kettle would boil." "It has just been filled; the servants never know!"-- and she sighed with the weight of her responsibility.
"Do you know what your father said to me just now?
That you didn't mean what you said a week ago." "I don't mean everything I say.

How can a young girl do that?
But I mean what I say to you." "He told me you had forgotten me." "Ah no, I don't forget," said Pansy, showing her pretty teeth in a fixed smile.
"Then everything's just the very same ?" "Ah no, not the very same.

Papa has been terribly severe." "What has he done to you ?" "He asked me what you had done to me, and I told him everything.

Then he forbade me to marry you." "You needn't mind that." "Oh yes, I must indeed.

I can't disobey papa." "Not for one who loves you as I do, and whom you pretend to love ?" She raised the lid of the tea-pot, gazing into this vessel for a moment; then she dropped six words into its aromatic depths.