'Aren't you coming down to dinner, Emily? Come, let me pour out some water for you. When you have bathed your eyes——'
'I don't want any dinner.'
'It will look very strange if you remain in your room the whole evening. You do not want to vex him, do you?'
'I suppose he is very angry with me. But I did not mean to vex him. Is he very angry?'
'No, he is not angry at all; he is merely distressed. You distress him dreadfully when——'
'I don't know why I should distress him. I'm sure I don't mean to. You know more about it than I. You are always whispering together—talking about me.'
'I assure you, Emily, you are mistaken. Mr. Price and I have no secrets whatever.'
'Why should you tell me these falsehoods? They make me so miserable.'
'Falsehoods, Emily! When did you ever know me to tell a falsehood?'
'You say you have no secrets! Do you think I am blind? You think, I suppose, I did not see you showing him a ring? You took it off, too; and I suppose you gave it to him,—an engagement ring, very likely.'