She may be cured, I suppose, by time and conditions, but she can't cure herself.

A woman's heart is like a telescope.

It magnifies the man of her choice, but reverses and becomes a diminishing glass for all others.

But I shall accept Tyrconnel just as soon as I grow used to the thought of living with him.

Soon you will have accomplished your purpose in bringing me to court." "My purpose ?" I asked in surprise.