It was mournful to think that Circumstance had not at the same time created the girl of noble birth, or with an instinct for spiritual elegance.

But the world is imperfect.
Presently he became aware that she was understood to be singing pointedly to him: upon which he dismissed the council of his sensations, and began to diplomatize cleverly.

Leaning over to Adela, he whispered: "Pericles wants her to go to Italy.

My belief is, that she won't." "And why ?" returned Adela, archly reproachful.
"Well, we've been spoiling her a little, perhaps.

I mean, we men, of course.