"What could any woman see in you ?" His tolerance was rapidly becoming exhausted, but he could not help liking Rodney nevertheless, and this appeared to him strange, for he was fastidious, and such words in another mouth would have condemned the speaker irreparably.

He began, in short, to wonder what kind of creature this man who was to marry his cousin might be.
Could any one, except a rather singular character, afford to be so ridiculously vain?
"I don't think I should get on in that society," he replied.

"I don't think I should know what to say to Lady Rose if I met her." "I don't find any difficulty," Rodney chuckled.

"You talk to them about their children, if they have any, or their accomplishments--painting, gardening, poetry--they're so delightfully sympathetic.

Seriously, you know I think a woman's opinion of one's poetry is always worth having.
Don't ask them for their reasons.