I beg you to understand, Mr.Lind, that my pretensions are at an end.

I do not aspire to the position of Mr.Conolly's rival." "You are already in the position of Mr.Conolly's unsuccessful rival; and you fill it with a very bad grace," said Elinor.
"Pray be silent, Elinor," said Mr.Lind.

"This matter does not concern you.

Marian: go to your room for the present.

I shall speak to you afterwards." Marian flushed, and repressed a sob.