"I know my limits, though Helen does not know hers.

When I can't get what I'm out for, I'm satisfied with less.

One can't always have the best." "It's worth trying for, anyway," Festing replied.
He was afraid this sounded priggish.

Miss Jardine got up.
"Well, I'm not much of a philosopher and had better put out some of the clothes you brought to dry, although it was thoughtful of you to throw your bag into the bog instead of mine." "That was an accident," Festing declared.

"I meant to throw them both across." Miss Jardine picked up the sack.