This might have displeased her, but she took a different turn.

"No, it's not your fault so much as hers.

What you've done was inevitable, I suppose, for you." "It was indeed!" cried Caspar Goodwood with a voluntary laugh.
"And now that I've come, at any rate, mayn't I stay ?" "You may sit down, certainly." She went back to her chair again, while her visitor took the first place that offered, in the manner of a man accustomed to pay little thought to that sort of furtherance.

"I've been hoping every day for an answer to my letter.

You might have written me a few lines." "It wasn't the trouble of writing that prevented me; I could as easily have written you four pages as one.