There was no question that Algernon had really loved her to distraction, and Algernon was a man of sense, of breeding, of distinction.

As for Florrie, she had, of course, as little capacity for loving as she had for thinking.
"Tom Westcott! I declare, Gabriella, I am almost ashamed to tell you about him.

You've never been to a Virginia summer resort, so you couldn't understand that there is something about a Virginia summer resort that just seems to make any man better than none at all.

You get so bored, you know, that you'd flirt with a lamp-post if there wasn't anything human around; and when you haven't laid eyes on a real sure enough man for several months, it's surprising how easy it is to take up with the imitation ones.

Of course, I don't mean that Tom wasn't all right as far as family and all that goes; but he was simply no earthly account--he was just mean all through, and as soon as I found it out, I packed right straight up and left him.