"You haven't protected--you've only exposed me." "Oh there's no joy without danger"-- Mrs.Brook took it up with spirit.
"Perhaps one should even say there's no danger without joy." Vanderbank's eyes had followed Mrs.Grendon after his brief passage with her, terminated by some need of her listless presence on the other side of the room.

"What do you say then, on that theory, to the extraordinary gloom of our hostess?
Her safety, by such a rule, must be deep." The Duchess was this time the first to know what they said.

"The expression of Tishy's face comes precisely from our comparing it so unfavourably with that of her poor sister Carrie, who, though she isn't here to-night with the Cashmores--amazing enough even as coming WITHOUT that!--has so often shown us that an ame en peine, constantly tottering, but, as Nanda guarantees us, usually recovering, may look after all as beatific as a Dutch doll." Mrs.Brook's eyes had, on Tishy's passing away, taken the same course as Vanderbank's, whom she had visibly not neglected moreover while the pair stood there.

"I give you Carrie, as you know, and I throw Mr.Cashmore in; but I'm lost in admiration to-night, as I always have been, of the way Tishy makes her ugliness serve.

I should call it, if the word weren't so for ladies'-maids, the most 'elegant' thing I know." "My dear child," the Duchess objected, "what you describe as making her ugliness serve is what I should describe as concealing none of her beauty.