"How different from that sulky, proud Thurstane, who never says anything of the sort, and never thinks it either, I'll be bound." All this sort of talk passed over Clara as a desert wind passes over an oasis, bringing no pleasant songs of birds, and sowing no fruitful seed.
She had her born ideas as to men and women, and she was seemingly incapable of receiving any others.

In her mind men were strong and brave, and women weak and timorous; she believed that the first were good to hold on to, and that the last were good to hold on; all this she held by birthright, without ever reasoning upon it or caring to prove it.
Coronado, on his part, hooted in his soul at Mrs.Stanley's whimsies, and half supposed her to be of unsound mind.

Nor would he have said what he did about the vast superiority of the female sex, had he supposed that Clara would attach the least weight to it.

He knew that the girl looked upon his extravagant declarations as merely so many compliments paid to her eccentric relative, equivalent to bowings and scrapings and flourishes of the sombrero.

Both Spaniards, they instinctively comprehended each other, at least in the surface matters of intercourse.