"What does it matter whether I forgive you?" said Mary, passionately.
"I don't want to say anything," said Mary, more quietly, "and my anger is of no use." She dried her eyes, threw aside her book, rose and fetched her sewing.
"Any man may be unfortunate, Mary, and find himself unable to pay when he meant it.
No matter what time may elapse, or what may happen in the time, you believe my marriage with Mary is still a marriage delayed, and nothing more?"
If you are so fond of her, why don't you call her Mary?"
And after all what was it that Mary and her painter had come out to do?
I was chagrined, and then I insisted stoutly with myself that, as it was not Mary, it must be Mary's jacket.
Mary did not even try to control her rage and humiliation.
There was something comforting and really friendly in her queer Yorkshire speech and sturdy way which had a good effect on Mary. She gradually ceased crying and became quiet.
Princess Mary knelt down before her and hid her face in the folds of her sister-in-law's dress.
And do you know, Mary, I am going to love him very much," said Lise, looking with bright and happy eyes at her sister-in-law.
He was so evidently seeking a way out of his predicament, that Mary tossed her head triumphantly.
That was the compliment to your good taste in skirts I was tryin' to come across with when Mary butted in."
Ralph warmed his hands at the fire, which was flapping bravely in the grate, while Mary took up her stocking again.
Mary gave a little laugh, expressive of happiness, and the particular stitches that she was now putting into her work appeared to her to be done with singular grace and felicity.
