His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

If I was wrong in yielding to persuasion once, remember that it was to persuasion exerted on the side of safety, not of risk. When I yielded, I thought it was to duty; but no duty could be called in aid here. In marrying a man indifferent to me, all risk would have been incurred and all duty violated.

She is loveliness itself.

Five is the very awkwardest of all posible numbers to sit down to table.

How wonderful, how very wonderful the operations of time, and the changes of the human mind!

Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.