What a wife I should have been for you--should I not ?" "I could pay the six hundred pounds for you with money that I have earned myself--though you do call me an usher--and perhaps would ask fewer questions about it than Lord Ongar will do with all his thousands." "Dear Harry, I beg your pardon about the usher.

Of course, I know that you are a fellow of your college, and that St.Cuthbert's, where you teach the boys, is one of the grandest schools in England; and I hope you'll be a bishop; nay--I think you will, if you make up your mind to try for it." "I have given up all idea of going into the church." "Then you'll be a judge.

I know you'll be great and distinguished, and that you'll do it all yourself.

You are distinguished already.

If you could only know how infinitely I should prefer your lot to mine! Oh, Harry, I envy you! I do envy you! You have got the ball at your feet, and the world before you, and can win everything for yourself." "But nothing is anything without your love." "Pshaw! Love, indeed.