You may perhaps be surprised to hear that I like her very much.

She's a little dear--and I'm going to be awfully good to her." "Which means, of course, that she'll never dare to cross you!" "Peter, don't be unkind! Dear Peter--make it up! I do want to be friends.
There's just time for you to say something nice!" For his vigorous strokes were bringing them rapidly to the bank.
"Oh, what's the good of talking!" said the boy impatiently.

"I shall be friends, of course--take what you fling me.

I can't do anything else." Helena blew him a kiss, to which he made no response.
"All right!--I'll bring you in!" said Lord Buntingford from the shore.
He dragged the boat up on the sandy edge, and offered a hand to Helena.
She stumbled out, and would have fallen into the shallow water but for his sudden grip upon her.
"That was stupid of me!" she said, vexed with herself.
He made no reply.

It was left to Mrs.Friend to express a hope that she had not sprained her foot.
"Oh, dear no," said Helena.