She had never before encountered so dominant a personality.

It affected her strangely, half-attracting, half-repelling, arousing in her a sense of antagonism that yet was not aversion.
"I wish you would say all that out loud," said Nap.

"You have such interesting thoughts, it is really selfish of you not to express them." "Surely not," she said, "if you know what they are." He gave her an odd look as he lifted his tea-cup.
"The Queen's jester is a privileged person," he said.

"When the door of her pleasaunce is closed to him he climbs up and looks over the wall." "Not always a discreet proceeding, I fear," Anne remarked.
"Discretion, Lady Carfax, is but another term for decrepitude.

I have detected no symptoms of the disease at present." He drained his tea with an arrogant gesture and handed the cup for more.