There 's something very fine about him; he 's not afraid of anything.

He is not afraid of failure; he is not afraid of ruin or death." "Poor fellow!" said Rowland, bitterly; "he is fatally picturesque." "Picturesque, yes; that 's what he is.

I am very sorry for him." "Your mother told me just now that you had said that you did n't care a straw for him." "Very likely! I meant as a lover.

One does n't want a lover one pities, and one does n't want--of all things in the world--a picturesque husband! I should like Mr.Hudson as something else.

I wish he were my brother, so that he could never talk to me of marriage.