But I'm always sure of her doing something--well, not of MY kind." "No, you wouldn't like this," Madame Merle observed without the point of interrogation.
"Why in the world should I, pray?
Mr.Osmond has nothing the least solid to offer." Again Madame Merle was silent while her thoughtful smile drew up her mouth even more charmingly than usual toward the left corner.

"Let us distinguish.

Gilbert Osmond's certainly not the first comer.

He's a man who in favourable conditions might very well make a great impression.

He has made a great impression, to my knowledge, more than once." "Don't tell me about his probably quite cold-blooded love-affairs; they're nothing to me!" Mrs.Touchett cried.