He made no answer. [перевод...]

— “You write uncommonly fast.” [перевод...]

— “You are mistaken. I write rather slowly.” [перевод...]

— “How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of a year! Letters of business too! How odious I should think them!” [перевод...]

— “It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of yours.” [перевод...]

— “Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.” [перевод...]

— “I have already told her so once, by your desire.” [перевод...]

— “I am afraid you do not like your pen. — Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well.” [перевод...]

— “Thank you — but I always mend my own.” [перевод...]

— “How can you contrive to write so even?” [перевод...]

He was silent. [перевод...]

— “Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp, and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley's.” [перевод...]