‘You are very strange; very unlike what you always are.’
‘What I always am is of no consequence to myself, or to anyone else; and as for what I am now, I cannot always command my feelings, though I shall take care that they are not again observed.’
‘I have offended you?’
‘Then you have shown your discretion, for you should always offend the forlorn.’
‘I did not think before that you were bitter.’
‘That has made me bitter which has made all others so.’
‘What?’
‘Disappointment.’
Another pause, yet she did not go.
‘I will not quarrel, and so you need not try. You are consigned to my care, and I am to amuse you. What shall we do?’