“Oh, because, Marguerite, dear, I don’t want you to have him!” said Nellie, with a show of great tenderness.
“Nonsense!”
“I do not believe you will, you see, but still I fear. Oh, Marguerite, he may be high-toned, magnanimous, and all that, but he is not tender, not gentle, not loving!”
“In a word—not a good nurse.”
“No.”
“Good! I do not want a nurse!”
“Ah! Marguerite, I am afraid of Philip Helmstedt. If you only knew how he treated his sister.”
“His sister! I did not even know he had one.”
“I dare say not; but he has. She is in the madhouse.”
“In the madhouse!”