"No fool could do as she does.

Remember, she's only a parson's daughter; and as for beauty--" "I don't admire her for one," said Crosbie.
"I don't want to run away with her, if you mean that," said the peer; "but she is handsome, no doubt.

I wonder whether Dumbello likes it." Dumbello did like it.

It satisfied his ambition to be led about as the senior lacquey in his wife's train.

He believed himself to be a great man because the world fought for his wife's presence; and considered himself to be distinguished even among the eldest sons of marquises, by the greatness reflected from the parson's daughter whom he had married.