But the presence of a lord brought the conventional world to his feelings, though at the same time the title seemed to sanction the exceptional abruptness and wildness of this lord.

As for suspecting him to be mad, it would have been a common idea: no stretching of speech or overstepping of social rules could waken a suspicion so spiritless in Woodseer.
He said: 'I can tell you I met her and she lives.

I could as soon swim in that torrent or leap the mountain as repeat what she spoke, or sketch a feature of her.

She goes into the blood, she is a new idea of women.
She has the face that would tempt a gypsy to evil tellings.

I could think of it as a history written in a line: Carinthia, Saint and Martyr! As for comparisons, they are flowers thrown into the fire.' 'I have had that--I have thought that,' said Lord Fleetwood.