Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel Weaver! Said

Did I Ever Say An Engagement Was An Elephant, Madam?

He Almost Said To Himself That He Did Not Like Her, Before Their Conversation Ended; He Tried So Hard To Compensate Himself For The Mortified Feeling, That While He Looked Upon Her With An Admiration He Could Not Repress, She Looked At Him With Proud Indifference, Taking Him, He Thought, For What, In His Irritation, He Told Himself - Was A Great Fellow, With Not A Grace Or A Refinement About Him.

He Loved Her, And Would Love Her; And Defy Her, And This Miserable Bodily Pain.

Mr. Thornton Felt That In This Influx No One Was Speaking To Margaret, And Was Restless Under This Apparent Neglect. But He Never Went Near Her Himself; He Did Not Look At Her. Only, He Knew What She Was Doing — Or Not Doing — Better Than Anyone Else In The Room. Margaret Was So Unconscious Of Herself, And So Much Amused By Watching Other People, That She Never Thought Whether She Was Left Unnoticed Or Not.

Those Who Are Happy And Successful Themselves Are Too Apt To Make Light Of The Misfortunes Of Others.