"What about?
Tell me." "Nothing--nothing, sir.

I am not depressed." "But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes--indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag.
If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I would know what all this means.

Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don't neglect it.

Now go, and send Sophie for Adele.

Good-night, my--" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me..