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

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

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!

You will allow that one's curiosity must be aroused when one learns that a lady is prepared to elope to escape from advances one had not the least intention of making!

The society of my relatives can only be enjoyed with frequent intervals.

My dearest goose, why didn't you trust me, when I assured you that you might?' he countered. 'I have cherished throughout the believe that you would confide in me, and you see I was quite right.

I am relieved. May I now have the truth?