She looked at Damerel. 'Well, my dear friend?''Well, my dear delight?' he returned, a glint in his eyes.'Do you think you will make me unhappy?''I don't - but I will offer you on promises!''No, pray d...
Eccentricity may be diverting, Mama, but it is out of place in a wife: certainly in my wife!
You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.
Well, I warn you, love, that if you cast me out I shall build me a willow cabin at your gates - and likely die of inflammation of the lungs, for November is *not the month for building willow cabins!
She contrived, without precisely making so vulgar a boast, to convey the impression that she was escaping from courtships so persistent as to amount to persecution; and Mr Beaumaris, listening with in...
No sooner had she been favored with a scathing description of this gentleman's errand than she conceived the notion of returning to the modiste who created them, two ball-dresses, one opera-cloak, and...
Mr Ringwood, too relieved for speech, took the weapon,
I liked that young man, did not you? There was something particularly pleasing about his manners, which I thought very easy and frank. He has an air of honest manliness, too, which, in these days of f...
How very awkward places we do choose in which to propose to one another!' remarked Mr. Beaumaris
He was obviously fencing with her, and the sooner he was made to realise that such tactics would not answer the better it would be. So she said coldly: ‘You must know very well that I am Fanny’s aunt....
A voice that to Dominica's fancy seemed to hold all the sunshine and the salt wind of fine days at sea smote her ears.
[Frederica[ is the best person I know!' He added with unexpected naïveté: 'I daresay that seems an odd thing to say of one's sister, but it's true, and I'm not ashamed to say so! She may not be a *bea...
[...]my memory is reasonably good—unlike yours, dear sir!Mine is erratic, he said imperturbably. I remember only what interests me.
They dined early, and as soon as the meal was over Margaret went up to change into the frock she had worn on the previous evening. With a praiseworthy attention to detail she made her hair look tousle...
The end of the idyll was implicit in the beginning: I at least knew that, though you might not. And also that the more enchanted the idyll the greater must be the pain of its ending. That won’t endure...
Nothing is so destructive of female charms as contact with fresh air.
Let me tell you, sir, that if you wish to be accepted into Bath society you will do well to mend your manners!’ retorted Abby. ‘I’ve none to mend, and not the smallest wish to be accepted into Bath, o...
It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.
I know it, and I wanted so much not to drag you into it!’ said Kitty remorsefully. ‘I thought, if only you knew nothing about it, it would serve as a reason for you to put an end to our engagement!’‘Y...
I cannot bear to go back alone - to the world I have lived in with you.