I'd have made time if it had been her as was lying in bed.

And he doesn't even answer what I wrote to him.
It was such work to write--I couldn't now; and he might have answered.' 'He very seldom writes to any one, you know, Jane.

He has so little time.' 'Little time! I have less, Emma, and he must know that.

It's unkind of him.

What did Alice tell you?
Why did he want her to go there?
Tell me everything.' Emma felt the sunken eyes burning her with their eager look.