I am sure it would grieve him dreadfully.' The girl laughed outright, though not with much joyousness.
'Mr.Athel be grieved for such a cause! My dear aunt, you don't know him.

He's as little sensitive as any man could be.

Why, he holds it a duty to abuse people who do things he counts foolish.' 'You exaggerate,' returned her aunt, with a smile.
Beatrice continued, vivaciously.
'Oh, you don't know him as well as I do.

We used to be always wrangling--in the days of my simplicity.

I have been marvelling at his forbearance; it would have been nothing wonderful if he had called me an idiot.