She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

I have so often been asked the question: "But how did you come to think of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And my answer has always been: "It was God's will that I should." And to you moderns, who perhaps do not believe as I do, I will say, "In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny."

A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.

I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society." "Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.