The society of my relatives can only be enjoyed with frequent intervals.

speed is the curse of the age.

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.

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

People who start a sentence with personally (and they're always women) ought to be thrown to the lions. It's a repulsive habit.

You will like her," he persisted. "Egad, she's after your own heart, maman! She shot me in the arm." "Voyons, do you think that is what I like?

Oh, yes, she's unusual!' he said bitterly. 'She blurts our whatever may come into her head;she tumbles from one outrageous escapade into another;she's happier gromming horses and hobnobbing with stable-hands than going to parties; she's impertinent; you daren't catch her eye for fear she should start to giggle; she hasn't any accomplishments; I never saw anyone with less diginity; she's abominable, and damnably hot at hand, frank to a fault, and-a darling!