I like a woman who knows her limitations and is sensible over them.

All the men adore her, not for what she looks but for what she is, and, my word, aunt, that's what pays in the long run.
That is what lasts.

Ten years hence the Honourable Jane will still be what she is, and I shall be trying to look what I'm not.

As for Garth Dalmain, he has eyes for all of us and a heart for none.

His pretty speeches and admiring looks don't mean marriage, because he is a man with an ideal of womanhood and he can't see himself marrying below it.
If the Sistine Madonna could step down off those clouds and hand the infant to the young woman on her left, he might marry HER; but even then he would be afraid he might see some one next day who did her hair more becomingly, or that her foot would not look so well on his Persian rugs as it does on that cloud.