Didn't you notice how absent she was last night, and again at breakfast this morning?
All revival, I assure you.' 'It's the want of a serious interest in life,' remarked Wilfrid, remembering, with a smile, a certain conversation between Beatrice and himself.
'Then it's so inconsistent,' continued the lady, 'for--you won't abuse my confidence--a more worldly girl I never knew.

In her heart I am convinced she thinks nothing so important as the doings of fashionable society.

She asked me, the first day she was here, how I lived without--what was it?
I quite forget, but some paper or other which is full of what they call fashionable intelligence.

"My dear," I said, "I know none of those people, and care not one grain of salt about their flutterings hither and thither, their marryings and givings ill marriage, their dresses and their--never mind what." And what do you think she answered?
"But you will care when my name begins to be mentioned." And she went off with--just so much--toss of the head; you know how Beatrice does it.

Well, I suppose she really does to me an honour by coming down to my poor dull house; no doubt she's very brilliant in the world I know nothing about.