“What are my intentions?”
“Yes, sir,—exactly so; what are your intentions?”
“I declare I have so many, on such varied subjects, and of such different hues, that it would be a sore infliction on your patience were I only to open the budget; and as to either of us exhausting it, it is totally out of the question. Take your chance of a subject, then, and I 'll do my best to enlighten you.”
“This is fencing, sir; and it doesn't suit me?”
“If you knew how very little the whole conversation suits me, you 'd not undervalue my patience.”
“I ask you once again, what are your intentions as regards my youngest daughter, Miss Rebecca Graham! That's plain speaking, I believe.”
“Nothing plainer; and my reply shall be equally so. I have none,—none whatever.”
“Do you mean to say you never paid her any particular attentions?”
“Never.”
“That you never took long walks with her when at Lyle Abbey, quite alone and unaccompanied?”