This put me on my guard.

Mr.Hargrave turned seriously to me, and earnestly began,-- 'Dear Mrs.Huntingdon, how I have longed for, yet dreaded, this hour! Do not be alarmed,' he added, for my face was crimson with anger: 'I am not about to offend you with any useless entreaties or complaints.

I am not going to presume to trouble you with the mention of my own feelings or your perfections, but I have something to reveal to you which you ought to know, and which, yet, it pains me inexpressibly--' 'Then don't trouble yourself to reveal it!' 'But it is of importance--' 'If so I shall hear it soon enough, especially if it is bad news, as you seem to consider it.

At present I am going to take the children to the nursery.' 'But can't you ring and send them ?' 'No; I want the exercise of a run to the top of the house.

Come, Arthur.' 'But you will return ?' 'Not yet; don't wait.' 'Then when may I see you again ?' 'At lunch,' said I, departing with little Helen in one arm and leading Arthur by the hand.
He turned away, muttering some sentence of impatient censure or complaint, in which 'heartless' was the only distinguishable word.
'What nonsense is this, Mr.Hargrave ?' said I, pausing in the doorway.
'What do you mean ?' 'Oh, nothing; I did not intend you should hear my soliloquy.