Does it ever occur to you, Mama, that my grandfather is a lunatic?

When fate is got it in for you, there is no limit to what you may have to put up with.

The Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences.

Well, you have the right to make a sacrifice of yourself, but I'll be damned if I'll let you sacrifice me!

Of course she is a fool, but so are all girls.

There is a worse tyranny than that of ill-treatment. It is the tyranny of tears, vapours, appeals to feelings of affection and of gratitude!

And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy’s floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it.” (Charles)