It was just like you to care more for the business than you did for me, and never to mind about my disappointment as long as that nasty old ironworks was satisfied.

I tell you I hate you, and I hate the works, and I hate everything connected with you." Christopher looked utterly astonished.

He had no idea, he said to himself, that Elisabeth cared so much about going to Coulson's circus; and he could not see anything in the frustration of a day's excursion to account for such a storm of indignation as this.

He did not realize that it was the rage of a monarch whose kingdom was in a state of rebellion, and whose dominion seemed in danger of slipping away altogether.
Elisabeth might not understand Christopher; but Christopher was not always guiltless of misunderstanding Elisabeth.
"And it was just like you," Elisabeth went on, "not to let me know till the last minute, when it was too late for anything to be done.

If you had only had the consideration--I may say the mere civility--to send word last night that your royal highness could not be bothered with me and my affairs to-day, I could have arranged with Alan Tremaine to take me.