"It would be contrary to all my habits," said Alice: "I never go to people's houses when I don't know them. It's a kind of society which I don't like. Pray do not ask me."
"Oh! very well. If it must be so, I won't press it." Lady Glencora had moved the position of one of her hands so as to get it to her pocket, and there had grasped a letter, which she still carried; but when Alice said those last cold words, "Pray do not ask me," she released the grasp, and left the letter where it was. "I suppose he won't bite me, at any rate," she said, and she assumed that look of childish drollery which she would sometimes put on, almost with a grimace, but still with so much prettiness that no one who saw her would regret it.
"He certainly can't bite you, if you will not let him."

"I never go to people's houses when I don't know them. Pray do not ask me."
"Oh! very well. I won't press it." Lady Glencora had put one hand into her pocket, and had grasped a letter; but when Alice said those last cold words, "Pray do not ask me," she released the grasp, and left the letter where it was.
"I suppose he won't bite me, at any rate," she said, with a pretty look of childish drollery.
"He certainly can't bite you, if you will not let him."
