"Yes, from you, who are making love to two girls at the same time."
"How dare you accuse me of so dishonourable an action?" exclaimed Charles.
"Dare? Oh, I dare a great deal more than that," replied Anne, tossing her head.
"Any way, you could not accuse one of much worse."
"It is the truth, nevertheless, and I cannot see that there is anything daring about it. The daring is not in my speaking, but in your own act."
"I never made love to Frances, or if I did, her own cold pride annihilated any partiality I might have had for her."
"Partiality!" uttered Anne, sarcastically, "Defend me from such partiality from any man. I wonder you did not say flirtation; but even your assurance could not summon courage to tell such a fib as that."
"A truce to this folly, Anne, or I shall get angry, and you can't convince me I ever—" he hesitated a moment—"loved Frances. Allowing that I did show her a little attention, I don't see she is any the worse for it."
"You have succeeded in making her miserable, although you have not broken her heart, and now want to play Miss Neville the same trick; but I won't stand by and see it, I declare I won't; my woman's heart won't let me; so, if you begin that game, we wage war to the knife. I cannot help pitying Frances, whom I dislike, and will not, if I can help it, have to pity Miss Neville also."