We will not call such a lovely young creature as that, who is a joy to all mankind, an orphan.

She is the child of the universe." Mr.Jarndyce, I found, was standing near us with his hands behind him and an attentive smile upon his face.
"The universe," he observed, "makes rather an indifferent parent, I am afraid." "Oh! I don't know!" cried Mr.Skimpole buoyantly.
"I think I do know," said Mr.Jarndyce.
"Well!" cried Mr.Skimpole.

"You know the world (which in your sense is the universe), and I know nothing of it, so you shall have your way.

But if I had mine," glancing at the cousins, "there should be no brambles of sordid realities in such a path as that.

It should be strewn with roses; it should lie through bowers, where there was no spring, autumn, nor winter, but perpetual summer.