"He flatters you."
"He is gallant enough to find my society agreeable—that is more than I can say for yours at this moment."
"You think it a feather in your cap to have a worthless old nobleman dangling after you."
"Perhaps I do; what then?"
"I will not allow it."
"Come, come; this is getting a little too imperious."
"I will not allow it, I say."
"Your permission is not necessary."
"I tell you it shall not be!"
"George—I am serious now—as you raise your voice—if you know me, you must know that I may be persuaded to anything, but I am not to be driven. Obstinacy may not be an amiable quality; but it is a quality which belongs to me. Cease that tone of command therefore; you will get nothing by it."