I've a perfect right to feel that way, and it's no kindness to a woman to press her so hard, to urge her against her will.
If I give you pain I can only say I'm very sorry.

It's not my fault; I can't marry you simply to please you.

I won't say that I shall always remain your friend, because when women say that, in these situations, it passes, I believe, for a sort of mockery.

But try me some day." Caspar Goodwood, during this speech, had kept his eyes fixed upon the name of his hatter, and it was not until some time after she had ceased speaking that he raised them.

When he did so the sight of a rosy, lovely eagerness in Isabel's face threw some confusion into his attempt to analyse her words.