A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

But in that moment she realized how false most smiles were and what a tremendous waste of time.

They were all dressed in their finest as though life really were some magical stage play in which every moment ought to be illuminated with its own bright spotlight.

She was like a heroine in a novel that she herself was writing the character kept protesting that she was too strong for love and yet the narrator went on describing her desire.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.