It is very unkind of you to speak in such terms of one whom you know is very dear to me." "I do not know it.

He ought not to be dear to you at all.

You have been for years intended for another purpose." This was intolerable to Florence,--this idea that she should have been considered as capable of being intended for the purposes of other people! And a resolution at once was formed in her mind that she would let her mother know that such intentions were futile.

But for the moment she sat silent.

A journey home at twelve o'clock at night in a fly was not the time for the expression of her resolution.