Don't bother your head about them.

I must go and get ready for dinner.' An end of _my_ authority.

Yes, was it not the intelligence of her maiden heart returning to her?
She had no pang from the mere refusal of a request of hers; Richard had never affected tenderness--not what she understood as tenderness--and she did not expect it of him.

The union between them had another basis.

But the understanding of his motives was so terribly distinct in her! It had come all at once; it was like the exposure of something dreadful by the sudden raising of a veil.