If Judith and I had claims one on the other, the entire charm of our relationship would be broken.
I resolved to take Carlotta to the park, in order to improve her mind.
She would see how well-bred Englishwomen comport themselves externally.
It would be a lesson in decorum.
I do not despise convention.

Indeed, I follow it up to the point when it puts on the airs of revealed religion.

My neighbours and I decide on a certain code of manners which will enable us to meet without mutual offence.

I agree to put my handkerchief up to my nose when I sneeze in his presence, and he contracts not to wipe muddy boots on my sofa.

I undertake not to shock his wife by parading my hideous immorality before her eyes, and he binds himself not to aggravate my celibacy by beating her or kissing her when I am paying a call.