I can't be just; I can only be generous.

I love the poor fellow and I can't give him up.

As for understanding him, that 's another matter; nowadays I don't believe even you would.

One's wits are sadly pestered over here, I assure you, and I 'm in the way of seeing more than one puzzling specimen of human nature.

Roderick and Miss Light, between them!...
Have n't I already told you about Miss Light?
Last winter everything was perfection.