It would have spoiled the friend to have made him an adorer; it would have turned the rarity into the every-day character.

Now, so it is with me and Saville; I like his wit, he likes my good temper.

We see each other as often as if we were in love; and yet I do not believe it even possible that he should ever kiss my hand.

After all," continued Fanny, laughing, "love is not so necessary to us women as people think.
Fine writers say, 'Oh, men have a thousand objects, women but one!' That's nonsense, dear Percy; women have their thousand objects too.

They have not the bar, but they have the milliner's shop; they can't fight, but they can sit by the window and embroider a work-bag; they don't rush into politics, but they plunge their souls into love for a parrot or a lap-dog.