Oh, don't suppose I don't see all that you see.

The critical poison's in my veins just as it is in yours, but I hold it in check--it shan't master me.

I will have my pleasure in spite of it, and when I come across anything in life that makes me _feel_, I will protect my feeling from it with all my might.' 'We are dumb,' said Kendal, with a smile; 'otherwise I would pedantically ask you to consider what are the feelings to which the dramatic art properly and legitimately appeals.' 'Oh, hang your dramatic art,' said Forbes, firing up; 'can't you take things simply and straightforwardly?
She is there--she is doing her best for you--there isn't a movement or a look which isn't as glorious as that of a Diana come to earth, and you won't let it charm you and conquer you, because she isn't into the bargain as confoundedly clever as you are yourselves! Well, it's your loss, not hers.' 'My dear Mr.Forbes,' said Mrs.Stuart, with her little judicial peace-making air, 'we shall all go away contented.

You will have had your sensation, they will have had their sense of superiority, and, as for me, I shall get the best of it all round.

For, while you are here, I see Miss Bretherton with your eyes, and yet, as Edward will get hold of me on the way home, I shan't go to bed without having experienced all the joys of criticism! Oh! but now hush, and listen to this music.