"When did you ever do such a thing in Rome, or when we were travelling ?" His look betrayed his feeling.
"Ah, but you were a little girl then, and now--" "Now"-- she said impatiently--"I am just Constance Bledlow, as I was then--to you.

But I don't give away my Christian name to everybody.

I don't like, for instance, being forced to give it to Aunt Ellen!" And she threw a half-laughing, half-imperious glance towards Mrs.Hooper in the distance.
Sorell smiled.
"I hope you're going to be happy here!" he said earnestly.
"I shall be happy enough--if I don't quarrel with Aunt Ellen!" "Don't quarrel with anybody! Call me in, before you do.

And do make friends with your uncle.

He is delightful." "Yes, but far too busy for the likes of me.