You have often said that you liked women of strongly marked character.' 'How do you conclude that she is one ?' 'I feel it; we were talking together before lunch.

I don't think I like her; I don't think she has principles.' Wilfrid laughed.
'Principles! The word is vague.

You mean, no doubt, that she doesn't seem to have commonplace prejudices.' 'That's just what I wanted you to say.' She let her horse move on.

The young man followed, his eyes gazing absently before him, a smile fixed upon his lips.
Beatrice looked over her shoulder.
'Does she read the same kind of books that you do ?' 'Unfortunately I read no books at all.' She paused again to let him get to her side.
'What a pity it can't continue!' 'What ?' 'Your inability to read.' 'That is the kindest remark I have heard for a long time!' exclaimed Wilfrid with a good-natured laugh.
'Very likely it is, though you don't mean it.

When you read, you only poison your mind.