I never knew a woman who could say pretty things to so many people at once." "You are making her out to be a paragon of perfection, Mr.
Greystock." "And when you add to all the rest that she has four thousand a year, you must admit that Lord Fawn is a lucky man." "I have said nothing against it." "Four thousand a year is a very great consideration, Lucy." Lucy for a while said nothing.

She was making up her mind that she would say nothing;--that she would make no reply indicative of any feeling on her part.

But she was not sufficiently strong to keep her resolution.
"I wonder, Mr.Greystock," she said, "that you did not attempt to win the great prize yourself.

Cousins do marry." He had thought of attempting it, and at this moment he would not lie to her.

"The cousinship had nothing to do with it," he said.
"Perhaps you did think of it." "I did, Lucy.