"You don't mean that _you_ would do that ?" "I am certainly the last person who ought to do it--seeing that you went to the inn in flat rebellion against my orders, and that I only forgave you, on your own promise of amendment, the other day.

It is a miserably weak proceeding on the part of 'the head of the family' to be turning his back on his own principles, because his niece happens to be anxious and unhappy.

Still (if you could lend me your little carriage), I _might_ take a surly drive toward Craig Fernie, all by myself, and I _might_ stumble against Miss Silvester--in case you have any thing to say." "Any thing to say ?" repeated Blanche.

She put her arm round her uncle's neck, and whispered in his ear one of the most interminable messages that ever was sent from one human being to another.

Sir Patrick listened, with a growing interest in the inquiry on which he was secretly bent.