"I did not. I have told you all along that I was not certain whether the thing would tend to your happiness or my own. Above all, I refused to have any concealments."
"This objection to concealment is a new thing. Before, you consented."
"No; I never did consent. I have always told you that I would not be hidden away, like a thing to be ashamed of."
"And I have always told you that my only reason was respect for my mother's prejudices."
"Let me have my own prejudices, too; and I mean to have them respected."
"You know that I love you, Molly."
"That is no reason why you should insult me. If I am ever married, it must be openly, and in the sight of the world. I think I should ask my relations to be present. You would like to meet the parish clerk, and the pew-opener, and the ragged bankrupt. Don't use bad language, Sir Humphrey. Poor and lowly they may be, but perhaps—I'm sure I don't know—they are virtuous as well."
"I don't mind what you say, Molly."
"Then there are the Haverils."