"Wait here till we turn you out."
"I have got to put my house in order. You know what I mean. The job ought not to be a troublesome one, for it is a very small house."
"I suppose I know what you mean."
"It will not be a very smart establishment. But I must look it all in the face; must I not? Though it were to be no house at all, I cannot stay here all my life."
"Yes, you may. You have lost Aylmer Park because you were too noble not to come to us."
"No," said Clara, speaking aloud, with bright eyes,—almost with her hands clenched. "No;—I deny that."
"I shall choose to think so for my own purposes. Clara, you are savage to me;—almost always savage; but next to him I love you better than all the world beside. And so does he. 'It's her courage,' he said to me the other day. 'That she should dare to do as she pleases here, is nothing; but to have dared to persevere in the fangs of that old dragon,'—it was just what he said,—'that was wonderful!'"
"There is an end of the old dragon now, so far as I am concerned."
"Of course there is;—and of the young dragon too. You wouldn't have had the heart to keep me in suspense if you had accepted him again. You couldn't have been so pleasant last night if that had been so."
"I did not know I was very pleasant."