"As I have been bought, you know that I can't run away from my purchaser." "You denied being bought just now.

It seems to me, Lucy, that I am to marry a weather-cock." "That is only an impolite name for a woman, dear.

You have no sense of humor, Frank, or you would call me an April lady." "Because you change every five minutes.

H'm! It's puzzling." "Is it?
Perhaps you would like me to resemble Widow Anne, who is always funereal.

Here she is, looking like Niobe." They were strolling through Gartley village by this time, and the cottagers came to their doors and front gates to look at the handsome young couple.