It would grieve me to be at all wonderful.

That I leave for American ladies." "Now you don't understand me.

I mean, of course, that you are wonderfully good and kind and clever; and your eyes, I am sure, and your lips and smile, and all your other features--there is nothing about them that can be called any thing else but wonderful." "Now, Firm, how exceedingly foolish you are! I did hope that you knew better." "Erema, I never shall know better.

I never can swerve or change, if I live to be a hundred and fifty.

You think me presumptuous, no doubt, from what you are brought up to.