"Did she not come over here to marry some one else?"--For Marie in the days of her sweet intimacy with Sir Felix Carbury had heard something of Mrs. Hurtle's story.
"There is a story, and I dare say I shall tell you all about it some day. But you may be sure I should not ask you to associate with any one you ought not to know."
"Oh,--I can take care of myself."
"No doubt, Miss Melmotte,--no doubt. I feel that quite strongly. But what I meant to observe was this,--that I certainly should not introduce a lady whom I aspire to make my own lady to any lady whom a lady oughtn't to know. I hope I make myself understood, Miss Melmotte."
"Oh, quite."

There is a story I shall tell some day. But you may be sure I should not ask you to associate with anyone you ought not to know."
"Oh, I can take care of myself."
"No doubt, Miss Melmotte. But I meant that I should not introduce a lady whom I hope to make my own lady to any lady whom a lady oughtn't to know. I hope I make myself understood, Miss Melmotte."
"Quite."
