They were indeed strangely alike in many ways both of mind and body.
"They say we end the year as we begin it," he said, cheerily.

"You proved to Destiny that you were entitled to all she could give in the old year, and you shall have the best that's to be had in 1897.

You are a woman in a million, and--" "May I come and breakfast with you some morning ?" she asked, gaily.
"Well, if ever I'm thought worthy of that honour, don't hesitate.

As the Spanish say, It is all yours." He waved a hand to the surroundings.
"No, it is all yours," she said, reflectively, her eyes slowly roaming about her.

"It is all you.