"Her modesty's exaggerated.

She has no business with small claims--she has a perfect right to make large ones." "Her merits are large then.

You contradict yourself." "Her merits are immense," said Ralph.

"She's indescribably blameless; a pathless desert of virtue; the only woman I know who never gives one a chance." "A chance for what ?" "Well, say to call her a fool! She's the only woman I know who has but that one little fault." Isabel turned away with impatience.

"I don't understand you; you're too paradoxical for my plain mind." "Let me explain.