Nelly and I agreed that you were exactly like Zanoni; but she was hardly to blame; for she had never seen you." "Things like that make deep impressions on children," said Elinor, thoughtfully.

"You were a Zanoni in my imagination for years before I saw you.

When we first met you treated me insufferably.

If you had known how my childish fancy had predisposed me to worship you, you might have vouchsafed me some more consideration, and I might have gone on believing you a demigod to the end of the chapter.

I have hardly forgiven you yet for disenchanting me." "I am sorry," said Douglas sarcastically.