This was a lucky recollection -- it saved her from something like regret.

I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness.

Give me but a little cheerful company, let me only have the company of the people I love, let me only be where I like and with whom I like, and the devil may take the rest, say I.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”

I have read your book, and I disapprove.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.