"Yes;--I could not refuse to go when mamma chose to take me. And when I was there she spoke to me about Felix. I don't think she will marry Lord Nidderdale. Poor girl;--I do pity her. Think what a downfall it will be if anything happens."
But Paul Montague had certainly not come there with the intention of discussing Melmotte's affairs, nor could he afford to lose the opportunity which chance had given him. He was off with one love, and now he thought that he might be on with the other. "Hetta," he said, "I am thinking more of myself than of her,--or even of Felix."
"I suppose we all do think more of ourselves than of other people," said Hetta, who knew from his voice at once what it was in his mind to do.

Poor girl; I do pity her. Think what a downfall it will be if anything happens."
But Paul Montague had not come to discuss Melmotte's affairs. He was off with one love, and now he thought that he might be on with the other.
"Hetta," he said, "I am thinking more of myself than of her."
"I suppose we all do think more of ourselves than of other people," said Hetta, who knew from his voice at once what he intended.
