"He was always very considerate," said Margaret, "and extremely sorry for your illness."
"He is a good soul," said Harriet, "You had better think twice, before you throw him away."
"I do not throw him away," said Margaret smiling; "but I confess I have no desire to captivate him."
"He would make a very good husband, ma mie."
"I dare say," replied Margaret, "but it is all very much out of my way."
"Why you cannot mean to be single for ever," said Harriet. "I assure you I often think who I shall entrap, now that George won't have me."
"Whose fault is that?" asked Margaret.
"I detest him—I hate him from my heart!" exclaimed Harriet. "I would accept Mr. Humphries, to-morrow, or Sir Hawarth Fane, with all the readiness in the world. How dare he remain in this house, when I ordered him to leave it?"
"I told you what he said," replied Margaret.
"Is not Charlotte very late with my tea?" asked Harriet, in her usual manner.