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

I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!

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.

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.

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.

What is your name?" "Again sir, that is no concern of yours." "A mystery," he said. "I shall have to call you Clorinda." ..... "Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. "Has there been an accident?" "Judith," repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. "I prefer Clorinda.

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