You'll be sure to take no one who isn't dazzling." "If you mean by dazzling brilliantly clever," Isabel said--"and I can't imagine what else you mean--I don't need the aid of a clever man to teach me how to live.

I can find it out for myself." "Find out how to live alone?
I wish that, when you have, you'd teach me!" She looked at him a moment; then with a quick smile, "Oh, you ought to marry!" she said.
He might be pardoned if for an instant this exclamation seemed to him to sound the infernal note, and it is not on record that her motive for discharging such a shaft had been of the clearest.

He oughtn't to stride about lean and hungry, however--she certainly felt THAT for him.

"God forgive you!" he murmured between his teeth as he turned away.
Her accent had put her slightly in the wrong, and after a moment she felt the need to right herself.

The easiest way to do it was to place him where she had been.