I will show you how little one may mind that--how little I shall mind it." Clifford sat staring, blushing and laughing.

"I shall mind it a good deal!" he declared.
"Ah, not too much, you know; that would be uncivil.

But I give you leave to mind it a little; especially if you have a passion for Miss Acton.
Voyons; as regards that, you either have or you have not.

It is very simple to say it." "I don't see why you want to know," said Clifford.
"You ought to want me to know.

If one is arranging a marriage, one tells one's friends." "Oh, I 'm not arranging anything," said Clifford.
"You don't intend to marry your cousin ?" "Well, I expect I shall do as I choose!" The Baroness leaned her head upon the back of her chair and closed her eyes, as if she were tired.