WHY, you dear delightful woman, did you like it ?" "I scarce know what to make," she said, "of such an inquiry.

If you haven't by this time found out yourself, what meaning can anything I say have for you?
Don't you really after all feel," she added while nothing came from him--"aren't you conscious every minute, of the perfection of the creature of whom I've put you into possession ?" "Every minute--gratefully conscious.

But that's exactly the ground of my question.

It wasn't only a matter of your handing me over--it was a matter of your handing her.

It was a matter of HER fate still more than of mine.