But she's awfully good at it; she won the prize.
Don't you envy anybody who can win a prize at a tennis tournament, Miss Layard ?" "No," she answered sharply, for Miss Layard did not shine at Tennis.

"I dislike women who go about what my brother calls 'pot-hunting' just as if they were professionals." "Oh, do you?
I admire them.

It must be so nice to be able to do anything well, even if it's only lawn tennis.

It's the poor failures like myself for whom I am so sorry." "I don't admire anybody who can come to out to a dinner party with a head and neck like that," retorted Eliza.
"Why not?
You can't burn, and that should make you more charitable.

And I tie myself up in veils and umbrellas, which is absurd.