"Plants that blossom on shipboard-" "This plant was rooted in American earth, and you know it, Penelope.

If it chanced to blossom on the ship, it was because it had already budded on the shore; it has borne transplanting to a foreign soil, and it grows in beauty and strength every day: so no slurs, please, concerning ocean-steamer hothouses." "I cannot say yes, yet I dare not say no; it is too soon.

I must go off into the country quite by myself and think it over." "But," urged Mr.Beresford, "you cannot think over a matter of this kind by yourself.

You'll continually be needing to refer to me for data, don't you know, on which to base your conclusions.

How can you tell whether you're in love with me or not if-- (No, I am not shouting at all; it's your guilty conscience; I'm whispering.) How can you tell whether you're in love with me, I repeat, unless you keep me under constant examination ?" "That seems sensible, though I dare say it is full of sophistry; but I have made up my mind to go into the country and paint while Salemina and Francesca are on the Continent.