You are the man of her head, and this is the man of her heart.

These things would be monstrous, if they were not common; incredible, if we did not see them every day.

But this poor fellow, whom probably she deceives as well as you, is not to be sacrificed like a dog to your unjust wrath; he is as superior to her as you are to him." "I will commit no violence," said Vane.

"I still hope she is innocent." Pomander smiled, and said he hoped so too.
"And if she is what you think, I will but show her she is known, and, blaming myself as much as her--oh yes! more than her!--I will go down this night to Shropshire, and never speak word to her again in this world or the next." "Good," said Sir Charles.
"'Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte est pour le sot, L'honndete homine trompe s'eloigne et ne dit mot.' Are you ready ?" "Yes." "Then follow me." Turning the handle gently, he opened the door like lightning, and was in the room.

Vane's head peered over his shoulder.