She liked Margaret to be high-minded, and was really not distressed by any good that was in her.
The Marches walked home, both because it was not far, and because they must spare in carriage hire at any rate.

As soon as they were out of the house, she applied a point of conscience to him.
"I don't see how you could talk to that girl so long, Basil, and make her laugh so." "Why, there seemed no one else to do it, till I thought of Kendricks." "Yes, but I kept thinking, Now he's pleasant to her because he thinks it's to his interest.

If she had no relation to 'Every Other Week,' he wouldn't waste his time on her." "Isabel," March complained, "I wish you wouldn't think of me in he, him, and his; I never personalize you in my thoughts: you remain always a vague unindividualized essence, not quite without form and void, but nounless and pronounless.

I call that a much more beautiful mental attitude toward the object of one's affections.

But if you must he and him and his me in your thoughts, I wish you'd have more kindly thoughts of me." "Do you deny that it's true, Basil ?" "Do you believe that it's true, Isabel ?" "No matter.