Mrs Forrester ... sat in state, pretending not to know what cakes were sent up, though she knew, and we knew, and she knew that we knew, and we knew that she knew that we knew, she had been busy all the morning making tea-bread and sponge-cakes.

. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.

Opportunities are not often wanting where inclination goes before.

A girl in love will do a good deal.

I dare say there's many a woman makes as sad a mistake as I have done, and only finds it out too late.

He came up straight to her father, whose hands he took and wrung without a word - holding them in his for a minute or two, during which time his face, his eyes, his look, told of more sympathy than could be put into words.

How different men were to women!