He is to be excused for not perceiving the grandeur of the structure menaced; for it was invisible to all the world, though a real fabric.
"If Mrs.Chump were poor, I should think the Pater demented," he said.
"As it is--! well, as it is, there's grist to the mill, wind to the organ.

You must be aware" (and he leaned over to her with his most suspicious gentleness of tone) "you are aware that all organs must be fed; but you will make a terrible mistake if you suppose for a moment that the human organ requires the same sort of feeding as the one in Hillford Church." "Good-night," said Cornelia, closing her lips, as if for good.
Wilfrid pressed her hand.

As she was going, the springs of kindness in his heart caused him to say "Forgive me, if I seemed rough." "Yes, dear Wilfrid; even brutality, rather than your exultation over the wreck of what was noble in you." With which phrase Cornelia swept from the room..