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.

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

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

speed is the curse of the age.

There is nothing so mortifying as to fall in love with someone who does not share one's sentiments.

Do you know, I think that of all your idiosyncrasies that choke you give, when you are determined not to laugh, is the one that most enchants me.

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