I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!

Is it not insupportable to be held down to a canter when you long to gallop for miles?

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.

Miss Grantham's sense of humour got the better of her at this point, and, tottering towards a chair, she sank into it, exclaiming in tragic accents:'Oh Heavens! I am betrayed!' His lordship blenched; both he and miss Laxton regarded her with guilty dismay. Miss Grantham buried her face in her handkerchief, and uttered one shattering word: 'Wretch!

And now I wish I hadn’t been civil, because he says he shall not despair! He is as stupid as Endymion!” “No, no!” said Alverstoke soothingly. “Nobody could be as stupid as Endymion!

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.

It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.