You are too dignified for me to suit you, sir." "But, Miss Everdene!" "I--I didn't--I know I ought never to have dreamt of sending that valentine--forgive me, sir--it was a wanton thing which no woman with any self-respect should have done.

If you will only pardon my thoughtlessness, I promise never to--" "No, no, no.

Don't say thoughtlessness! Make me think it was something more--that it was a sort of prophetic instinct--the beginning of a feeling that you would like me.

You torture me to say it was done in thoughtlessness--I never thought of it in that light, and I can't endure it.

Ah! I wish I knew how to win you! but that I can't do--I can only ask if I have already got you.