The charm of your society, My Sparrow, lies in not knowing what will you say next - though one rapidly learns to fear the worst!

You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!

My dear girl, you don't consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn't do that.

I can't imagine what possessed you to propose to me." "Well that will give you something to puzzle over any time you can't sleep.

Depend upon it, you are just the sort of girl a man would be glad to have for his sister! You don't even know how to swoon, and I daresay if you tried you would make wretched work of it, for all you have is common sense, and of what use is that, pray?

Eccentricity may be diverting, Mama, but it is out of place in a wife: certainly in my wife!

Your fate is writ clear;you will be murdered. I cannot conceive how it comes about that you were not murdered long since! How odd!Charles himself once said that to me, or something like it! There is nothing odd in it; any sensible man must say it!