You know my ideas.

If it isn't my notion of the way to bring up a girl to give her up, in extreme youth, to an intimacy with a young married woman who's both unhappy and silly, whose conversation has absolutely no limits, who says everything that comes into her head and talks to the poor child about God only knows what--if I should never dream of such an arrangement for my niece I can almost as little face the prospect of throwing her MUCH, don't you see?
with any young person exposed to such an association.

It would be in the natural order certainly"-- in spite of which natural order the Duchess made the point with but moderate emphasis--"that, since dear Edward is my cousin, Aggie should see at least as much of Nanda as of any other girl of their age.
But what will you have?
I must recognise the predicament I'm placed in by the more and more extraordinary development of English manners.
Many things have altered, goodness knows, since I was Aggie's age, but nothing's so different as what you all do with your girls.

It's all a muddle, a compromise, a monstrosity, like everything else you produce; there's nothing in it that goes on all-fours.

_I_ see but one consistent way, which is our fine old foreign way and which makes--in the upper classes, mind you, for it's with them only I'm concerned--des femmes bien gracieuses.