But are they all horrid, are you sure they are all horrid? [Referring to Gothic novels, fashionable in England at the beginning of the 19th century, but frowned upon in polite society.]

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.

I have read your book, and I disapprove.

Had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.

One man's style must not be the rule of another's.

Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the man who had made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.