If it were at all pleasant, it would be quite commonplace.

I like to hear of adventures, dangers, and misfortunes; and above all, I love a mystery.

You know, papa will never tell me, and I dare not ask him; not that he is ever unkind, but, somehow, I am afraid; and neither Mrs.Rusk nor Mary Quince will tell me anything, although I suspect they know a good deal.' 'I don't see any good in telling you, dear, nor, to say the truth, any great harm either.' 'No--now that's _quite_ true--no harm.

There _can't_ be, for I _must_ know it all some day, you know, and better now, and from _you_, than perhaps from a stranger, and in a less favourable way.' 'Upon my word, it is a wise little woman; and really, that's not such bad sense after all.' So we poured out another cup of tea each, and sipped it very comfortably by the fire, while Lady Knollys talked on, and her animated face helped the strange story.
'It is not very much, after all.

Your uncle Silas, you know, is living ?' 'Oh yes, in Derbyshire.' 'So I see you do know something of him, sly girl! but no matter.