And Douglas! Sholto Douglas! The hero, the Newdigate poet, the handsome man! What a noble fellow he is when a little disappointment rubs his varnish off! I am glad I called him a coward to his face.

I am thoroughly well satisfied with myself altogether: at last I have come out of a scene without having forgotten the right thing to say.

You never see people in all their selfishness until they pretend to love you.

See what you owe to your loving suitor, Sholto Douglas! See what you owe to your loving father, Reginald Lind!" "I do not think that my father should have told me to leave the room," said Marian.

"It was Sholto's place to have gone, not mine." "Mr.Lind, who has so suddenly and deservedly descended from 'papa' to 'my father,' judiciously sided with the stronger and richer party." "Nelly: I shall be as unhappy after this as even Sholto can desire.