Yes, Basil, I'm going." "I can see by the way your chin trembles that nothing could stop you.
You may go to New York if you wish, Isabel, but I shall stay here." "Be serious, Basil.

I'm in earnest." "Serious?
If I were any more serious I should shed tears.

Come, my dear, I know what you mean, and if I had my heart set on this thing--Fulkerson always calls it 'this thing' I would cheerfully accept any sacrifice you could make to it.

But I'd rather not offer you up on a shrine I don't feel any particular faith in.

I'm very comfortable where I am; that is, I know just where the pinch comes, and if it comes harder, why, I've got used to bearing that kind of pinch.