She checked him sternly at the first word.
"Do you think if I won't do it for Oscar," she said, "that I would do it for you?
You laughed at me.

What was there to laugh at?
Your brother's features are your features; your brother's hair is your hair; your brother's height is your height.

What is there so very ridiculous--with such a resemblance as that--in a poor blind girl like me mistaking you one for the other?
I wish to preserve a good opinion of you, for Oscar's sake.

Don't turn me into ridicule again--or I shall be forced to think that your brother's good heart is not yours also!" Nugent and Oscar looked at each other, petrified by this sudden outbreak; Nugent, of the two, being the most completely overwhelmed by it.
I attempted to interfere and put things right.

My easy philosophy and my volatile French nature, failed to see any adequate cause for this vehement exhibition of resentment on Lucilla's part.