Nothing is so destructive of female charms as contact with fresh air.

What do you mean to do when you reach Lacy Manor?' asked Sir Horace, regarding him in some amusement. 'Wring Sophy's neck!' said Mr Rivenhall savagely. 'Well, you don't need my help for that, my dear...

Read that!" commanded madame dramatically, and handed her a crumpled sheet of paper....

You've never been in a scrape yet but what it came about by accident. The thing is, no one else has these accidents.

A jaw like a mastiff's, a frame like a giant's, eyes like two daggers, a smile like a tiger's snarl,Bernard murmured.Aye, he is all that!! Master Herbert said.A murrain be on him! And when I came to...

As for Miss Merriville, Mr Trevor felt that she was very well able to take care of herself. He had been dazzled by her beautiful companion, but he retained a vague impression of a self-possessed...

No, no I wouldn't annoy him for the world!" Aubrey said. "I do think he was quite pleased to see his little Aubrey, don't you? I have always regarded myself as the feminine influence in the family and...

Nothing doing. I've no doubt you think I should look noble as a sacrifice. But I've never wanted to look noble, and I won't be made to. -- Neville Fletcher

That's what you think of me, is it, girl?" said his lordship, a glint in his eyes."Oh, no!" she responded, dropping him a curtsy. "It's what I , sir! You must know that my featherheaded Mama has...

Don't worry. Chivalry has practically no appeal for me whatsoever. -- Neville Fletcher

Bustle about Noddy, or we shant be in time to snabble any of the lobster patties.

He then, with great presence of mind, put a stop to any further recriminations by kissing her; and his indignant betrothed, apparently feeling that he was too deeply sunk in depravity to be...

Raoul felt suddenly impatient. 'Heart of a man, if the Lady Elfrida will trust herself to me I will have her in spite of every customary usage!''There spoke the Norman,' Edgar said softly. 'Marauding,...

Sir Tristram was contemplating with grim misgiving the prospect of encountering vivacity at the breakfast-table for the rest of his life...

You see, I am not pretty, not in the least, never was, and so I have to be odd. Nothing for it! It answers delightfully.

I think I would never advise anyone to give up, because I can't stand that weak attitude.

The thought of his high and imposing father's regal progress to Harrowgate, and his very brief stay there, made Desford begin to chuckle again. He must remember, he told himself, to ask Poor Dear...

Your solicitude overwhelms me,' returned Ravenscar. 'I own I had expected at least a loaf of bread and a jug of water in my dungeon – until I learned, of course, that you had some idea of starving...