But see what quaint creatures we have about us! Tinman practicing in his Court suit before the chiwal-glass! And that good fellow, the carpenter, Crickledon, who has lived with the sea fronting him all his life, and has never been in a boat, and he confesses he has only once gone inland, and has never seen an acorn!" "I wish I could see one--of a real English oak," said Annette.
"And after being in England a few months you will be sighing for the Continent." "Never!" "You think you will be quite contented here ?" "I am sure I shall be.

May papa and I never be exiles again! I did not feel it when I was three years old, going out to Australia; but it would be like death to me now.

Oh!" Annette shivered, as with the exile's chill.
"On my honour," said Mr.Fellingham, as softly as he could with the wind in his teeth, "I love the old country ten times more from your love of it." "That is not how I want England to be loved," returned Annette.
"The love is in your hands." She seemed indifferent on hearing it.
He should have seen that the way to woo her was to humour her prepossession by another passion.

He could feel that it ennobled her in the abstract, but a latent spite at Tinman on account of his wine, to which he continued angrily to attribute as unwonted dizziness of the head and slight irascibility, made him urgent in his desire that she should separate herself from Tinman and his sister by the sharp division of derision.
Annette declined to laugh at the most risible caricatures of Tinman.

In her antagonism she forced her simplicity so far as to say that she did not think him absurd.