"I shall be very unhappy until you let me do it." "Unhappy?
You are the happiest of men." "I lie upon roses, if you will; but this memory, this remorse, is a folded rose-leaf.

I was completely mistaken about you at Baden; I thought all manner of evil of you--or at least I said it." "Men are dull creatures," said Angela.
"I think they are.

So much so that, as I look back upon that time, there are some things I don't understand even now." "I don't see why you should look back.

People in our position are supposed to look forward." "You don't like those Baden days yourself," said Bernard.

"You don't like to think of them." "What a wonderful discovery!" Bernard looked at her a moment in the brightening fire-light.
"What part was it you tried to play there ?" Angela shook her head.
"Men are dull creatures." "I have already granted that, and I am eating humble pie in asking for an explanation." "What did you say of me ?" Angela asked, after a silence.
"I said you were a coquette.