That's a very feminine way of talking." "I'm afraid it is.

I didn't mean to use such expressions.

But really--what are you going to do ?" "That'll have to be thought about." Iris, with fluttering bosom, leaned forward.
"You'll talk it over with me?
You'll treat me as a real friend--just like a man friend?
You know how often you have promised to." "I shall certainly ask your advice." "Oh! that's kind, that's good of you! We'll talk it over _very_ seriously." How many hours had they spent in what Iris deemed "serious" conversation?
When Dyce stayed to luncheon, as he did about once a week, the talk was often prolonged to tea-time.

Subjects of transcendent importance were discussed with the most hopeful amplitude.
Mrs.Woolstan could not be satisfied with personal culture; her conscience was uneasy about the destinies of mankind; she took to herself the sorrows of the race, and burned with zeal for the great causes of civilisation.

Vast theories were tossed about between them; they surveyed the universe from the origin to the end of all things.