There's no absolute harm in them, only that they're a sentimental compromise.

I deny their honesty; and if it's flatly proved, I deny their intelligence.

Well! this you can't understand." "I have not understood you at all," said Emilia.
"No?
It's the tongue that's the natural traitor to a woman, and takes longer runs with every added year.

I suppose you know that Mr.Powys wishes to send you to Italy ?" "I do," said Emilia.
"When are you going ?" "I am not going ?" "Why ?" Emilia's bosom rose.

She cried "Dear lady!" on the fall of it, and was scarce audible--adding, "Do you love Wilfrid ?" "Well, you have brought me to the point quickly," Lady Charlotte remarked.