Pray forgive me, Miss St.Just! I ought not to intrude thus!" "Go on!" said Valencia.
"I--I really have no more to say.

I have said too much.

I do not know how I have been betrayed so far," stammered Frank, who had the just dislike of his school of anything like display on such solemn matters.
"Can you tell us too much truth?
Mr.Headley is right, Mr.Mellot, and you are wrong." "It will not be the first time, Miss St.Just.But what I spoke in jest, he has answered in earnest." "He was quite right.

We are none of us half earnest enough.

There is Lucia with the children." And she rose and walked across the garden.
"You have moved the fair trifler somewhat," said Claude.
"God grant it! but I cannot think what made me." "Why think?
You spoke out nobly, and I shall not forget your sermon." "I was not preaching at you, most affectionate and kindly of men." "And laziest of men, likewise.