It's not a question," she smiled, "of a carriage the more or the less.

It's not a question even, if you come to that, of a cab.

It's so beautiful," she said, "that it's not a question of anything vulgar or horrid." Which she gave him time to agree about; and though he was silent it was, rather remarkably, as if he fell in.

"I went out--I wanted to.

I had my idea.