"I detest snobbery, so do you.

If you came to the Court to sweep the kitchen chimney, I should be just as pleased to see you.

What a man does is nothing.

How could it make any difference ?" "It couldn't--to you," said Green.
"Or to you ?" said Juliet.
He laughed a little, his black brows working comically.

"Madame, if I met you hawking stale fish for cat's meat in the public street, I couldn't venerate you more or adore you less.