"You are a _rara avis,_ do you know?
No, of course you don't! You are one of the few people who don't know their own worth.

I don't believe, Curzon, though I should live to be a thousand, that I shall ever look upon your like again." "And so you laugh.

Well, no doubt it is a pleasant reflection," says the professor dismally.

"I begin to wish now I had never seen myself." "Oh, come! cheer up," says Hardinge, "your pretty ward will be all right.

If Lady Baring takes her in hand, she----" "Ah! But will she ?" says the professor.