You are quarrelling with me without knowing whether you have the slightest right to do so.

Love is not gained by such dry arguments as yours.

The poor duke on the contrary abandons himself to it like my Uncle Toby; with this difference, that I am not the Widow Wadman,--though widow indeed of many illusions as to poetry at the present moment.

Ah, yes, we young girls will not believe in anything that disturbs our world of fancy! I was warned of all this beforehand.

My dear poet, you are attempting to get up a quarrel which is unworthy of you.