"You are both mighty careful of your honesty, your virtue, your companionship--your precious master and you.

But you do not think what it is to starve a woman's heart, to bid her find her level among broiderers of bannerets and stitchers in tapestry.

Ah! if the particular God who happened to be at the digging of us out of the happier pit of oblivion had only made me a man, I, at least, should neither have been a straitlaced Jackanapes nor yet a prating, callow-bearded wiseacre." "And am I either ?" said I, weakly enough.
"You are in danger of becoming both," she said, promptly.

"Once I saw better things in you.

I thought I had won me a friend, and that for once I might put my anchor down.