Am I not disparaged?
Am I not outraged?
Is not my daughter vilified, and made a mockery?
A girl half-married?
There was my butler brought home with a broken head.
My butler, friar: there is that may move your sympathy.

Friar, the earl-no-earl shall come no more to my daughter." "Very good," said the friar.
"It is not very good," said the baron, "for I cannot get her to say so." "I fear," said Sir Ralph, "the young lady must be much distressed and discomposed." "Not a whit, sir," said the baron.

"She is, as usual, in a most provoking imperturbability, and contradicts me so smilingly that it would enrage you to see her." "I had hoped," said Sir Ralph, "that I might have seen her, to make my excuse in person for the hard necessity of my duty." He had scarcely spoken, when the door opened, and the lady made her appearance..