But perhaps my brother's penetration may enable him to have some insight into his character.

And I believe my brother was speaking on the subject when we--not very decently--interrupted him.' 'I think, Clara,' said Mr.Murdstone, in a low grave voice, 'that there may be better and more dispassionate judges of such a question than you.' 'Edward,' replied my mother, timidly, 'you are a far better judge of all questions than I pretend to be.

Both you and Jane are.

I only said--' 'You only said something weak and inconsiderate,' he replied.

'Try not to do it again, my dear Clara, and keep a watch upon yourself.' MY mother's lips moved, as if she answered 'Yes, my dear Edward,' but she said nothing aloud.
'I was sorry, David, I remarked,' said Mr.Murdstone, turning his head and his eyes stiffly towards me, 'to observe that you are of a sullen disposition.