By my God I will!" "Well, Ursula, I assure you that I shall sinivate, as you call it, nothing of the kind about you.

I have no doubt, from what you have said, that you are a very paragon of virtue--a perfect Lucretia; but--" "My name is Ursula, brother, and not Lucretia: Lucretia is not of our family, but one of the Bucklands; she travels about Oxfordshire; yet I am as good as she any day." "Lucretia; how odd! Where could she have got that name?
Well, I make no doubt, Ursula, that you are quite as good as she, and she as her namesake of ancient Rome; but there is a mystery in this same virtue, Ursula, which I cannot fathom; how a thief and a liar should be able, or indeed willing, to preserve her virtue is what I don't understand.

You confess that you are very fond of gold.

Now, how is it that you don't barter your virtue for gold sometimes?
I am a philosopher, Ursula, and like to know everything.

You must be every now and then exposed to great temptation, Ursula; for you are of a beauty calculated to captivate all hearts.