So now let me hope you will carry out your wise intention, and leave Hillsborough; and then my conscience will be at ease." Every word fell like an icicle on her hearer's heart.

To please this cold, changeful creature, he had settled to defy the unchangeable Unions, and had been ready to resist his mother, and slight her immortal and unchanging love.
"You don't answer me, sir!" said Miss Carden, with an air of lofty surprise.
"I answered you yesterday," said he sullenly.

"A man can't chop and change like a weathercock." "But it is not changing, it's only going back to your own intention.
You know you were going to leave Hillsborough, before I talked all that nonsense.

Your story had set me on fire, and that's my only excuse.
Well, now, the same person takes the liberty to give you wise and considerate advice, instead of hot, and hasty, romantic nonsense.

Which ought you to respect most--folly or reason--from the same lips ?" Henry seemed to reflect.