One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.

I do not cough for my own amusement.

No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.

May I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

Is not poetry the food of love?

A report of a most alarming nature reached me two days ago.

Catherine hoped at least to pass uncensured through the crowd. As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on it.