You'll feel differently about--things." "Now, isn't that an idea!" he exclaimed.
"It will," she insisted.

"I know something spiteful's going to happen!" "You seem possessed by a notion not a bit flattering to me," he remarked.
"Oh, but isn't it?
That's just what it is! Why isn't it ?" "Because it implies that I'm made of such soft material the slightest breeze will mess me all up.

I'm not so like that as I evidently appear; and if it's true that we're afraid other people will do the things we'd be most likely to do ourselves, it seems to me that I ought to be the one to be afraid.

I ought to be afraid that somebody may say something about me to you that will make you believe I'm a professional forger." "No.

We both know they won't," she said.