Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything.

Is there not something wanted, Miss Price, in our language - a something between compliments and - and love - to suit the sort of friendly acquaintance we have had together?

If the heroine of one novel be not patronized by the heroine of another, from whom can she expect protection and regard?

I should not mind anything at all.

I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends.

Sitting with her on Sunday evening - a wet Sunday evening - the very time of all others when if a friend is at hand the heart must be opened, and every thing told.

For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?