This, said Damerel wrathfully, is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?

Nevertheless, she did not weep, because, for one thing, it would have made her eyes red, and another, it would be of very little use.

She succumbed to the eternal feminine passion for bargains.

God knows I'm no saint, but I don't think I'm more of a sinner than any other man.

There is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.

I do not want a boy. I only want Monseigneur!