You can all of you stare at a famous man; but you haven't an atom of respect for his fame.
If Shakspeare came to life again, and talked of playwriting, the first pretentious nobody who sat opposite at dinner would differ with him as composedly as he might differ with you and me.

Veneration is dead among us; the present age has buried it, without a stone to mark the place.

So much for that! Let's get back to Blanche.

I suppose you can guess what the painful subject is that's dwelling on her mind?
Miss Silvester has baffled me, and baffled the Edinburgh police.

Blanche discovered that we had failed last night and Blanche received that letter this morning." He pushed Anne's letter across the breakfast-table.
Arnold read it, and handed it back without a word.