"Men are so unmanly. They take such mean advantages. You know it is a pleasure to me to see you."
"I had hoped so."
"But it is a pleasure I ought not to have,—at least not here."
"That is what I do not understand," said he. "In London, where the Earl could bark at me if he happened to find me, I could see the inconvenience of it. But here, where there is nobody but Miss Cass—"
"There are a great many others. There are the rooks, and stones, and old women;—all of which have ears."
"But of what is there to be ashamed? There is nothing in the world to me so pleasant as the companionship of my friends."
"Then go after Silverbridge."
"I mean to do so;—but I am taking you by the way."
"It is all unmanly," she said, rising from her stone; "you know that it is so. Friends! Do you mean to say that it would make no difference whether you were here with me or with Miss Cass?"
"The greatest difference in the world."