He's not fit to be out of bed, and you'll have trouble if you don't look out." "As if I hadn't had trouble," returned his sister, almost peevishly.
"Well, I beg your pardon, Sophie.

But I fancied you and Miss Charlotte were in charge; and I thought about ten days ago, your patient was in a fair way to be killed with kindness, and it's a little of a surprise to me to find he's being let alone so very systematically." "Why, to tell you the truth," cried Charlotte Benson, "we were turned out of office without much ceremony, one fine day after dinner.

I am quite willing to be forgiving; but I don't think you can ask me to put myself in the way of being snubbed again to that extent." "The ungrateful varlet! what did he complain of?
Hadn't he been coddled enough to please him?
Did he want four or five more women dancing attendance on him ?" "Oh, it was not want of attention he complained of.

In fact," said Charlotte, coloring, "It was that he didn't like quite so much, and wanted to be allowed more liberty." Kilian indulged in a good laugh, which wasn't quite fair, considering Charlotte's candor.
"But the truth is," said Charlotte, uneasily, "that he was too ill, that day, to be responsible for what he said.

He was just coming down with the fever, and, you know, people are always most unreasonable then." "I'm very glad I never gave him a chance to dispense with me," said Mary Leighton, with a view to making herself amiable in Kilian's eyes.
"I think he dispensed with you early in the season," said Charlotte, sharply.