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

Remind me one day to teach you how to achieve a sneer, Hugh. Yours is too pronounced, and thus but a grimace. It should be but a faint curl of the lips.

I remember only what interests me.

My dear girl, don't talk nonsense to me! You're lazy, that's all that's wrong with you. Why don't you take up social work?

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

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.

I think myself I ought to be shot for writing such nonsense.... But it's unquestionably good escapist literature and I think I should rather like it if I were sitting in an air-raid shelter or recovering from flu.