I Remember Only What Interests Me.

Do You Forget That I Am Your Sister?” “no; I’ve Never Been Granted The Opportunity To Forget It.

Depend Upon It, You Are Just The Sort Of Girl A Man Would Be Glad To Have For His Sister! You Don't Even Know How To Swoon, And I Daresay If You Tried You Would Make Wretched Work Of It, For All You Have Is Common Sense, And Of What Use Is That, Pray?

And That Reminds Me, Mama! I Have Just Intercepted Another Of That Puppy’s Floral Offerings To My Sister. This Billet Was Attached To It.” (charles)

And Don’t You Say That It Is Very Kind And Obliging Of Him, Sir, Like Jessamy, Because If You Don’t Like A Person, You Don’t Wish To Be Obliged To Him!

Miss Grantham's Sense Of Humour Got The Better Of Her At This Point, And, Tottering Towards A Chair, She Sank Into It, Exclaiming In Tragic Accents:'oh Heavens! I Am Betrayed!' His Lordship Blenched; Both He And Miss Laxton Regarded Her With Guilty Dismay. Miss Grantham Buried Her Face In Her Handkerchief, And Uttered One Shattering Word: 'wretch!