It was not the one I fell into--I didn't refuse often enough.

You're an exquisite creature, and I should like to see you married to a prime minister.

But speaking strictly, you know, you're not what is technically called a parti.

You're extremely good-looking and extremely clever; in yourself you're quite exceptional.
You appear to have the vaguest ideas about your earthly possessions; but from what I can make out you're not embarrassed with an income.

I wish you had a little money." "I wish I had!" said Isabel, simply, apparently forgetting for the moment that her poverty had been a venial fault for two gallant gentlemen.
In spite of Sir Matthew Hope's benevolent recommendation Madame Merle did not remain to the end, as the issue of poor Mr.Touchett's malady had now come frankly to be designated.