a just concern for the honour of my family.

And I hope, Sir--

Hope nothing.--Tell me not of hopes, but of facts. I ask nothing of
you but what is in your power to comply with, and what it is your duty
to comply with.

Then, Sir, I will comply with it--But yet I hope from your goodness--

No expostulations! No but's, girl! No qualifyings! I will be
obeyed, I tell you; and cheerfully too!--or you are no child of mine!

I wept.

Let me beseech you, my dear and ever-honoured Papa, (and I dropt down
on my knees,) that I may have only yours and my mamma's will, and not
my brother's, to obey.

I was going on; but he was pleased to withdraw, leaving me on the
floor; saying, That he would not hear me thus by subtilty and cunning
aiming to distinguish away my duty: repeating, that he would be
obeyed.

My heart is too full;--so full, that it may endanger my duty, were I
to try to unburden it to you on this occasion: so I will lay down my
pen.--But can--Yet positively, I will lay down my pen!--