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.

speed is the curse of the age.

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.

Do you recall Fred Merriville?” She stared at him. “Fred Merriville? Pray, what has he to say to anything?” “The poor fellow has nothing to say: he’s dead, alas!

Well, you have the right to make a sacrifice of yourself, but I'll be damned if I'll let you sacrifice me!

Does it ever occur to you, Mama, that my grandfather is a lunatic?

[He was aware] of the value of the word of praise dropped at exactly the right moment; and he would have thought himself extremely stupid to withhold what cost him so little and was productive of such desirable results.