You're capable of anything, you and Osmond.

I don't mean Osmond by himself, and I don't mean you by yourself.

But together you're dangerous--like some chemical combination." "You had better leave us alone then," smiled Madame Merle.
"I don't mean to touch you--but I shall talk to that girl." "My poor Amy," Madame Merle murmured, "I don't see what has got into your head." "I take an interest in her--that's what has got into my head.

I like her." Madame Merle hesitated a moment.

"I don't think she likes you." The Countess's bright little eyes expanded and her face was set in a grimace.