She would never have cared for me in any case; I am not sentimental enough.' 'The deuce!' 'I mean it in an inoffensive sense.

She and I are rather too much alike, I fancy.' 'How do you mean ?' asked Reardon, puzzled, and not very well pleased.
'There's a great deal of pure intellect about Miss Yule, you know.

She was sure to choose a man of the passionate kind.' 'I think you are talking nonsense, my dear fellow.' 'Well, perhaps I am.

To tell you the truth, I have by no means completed my study of women yet.

It is one of the things in which I hope to be a specialist some day, though I don't think I shall ever make use of it in novels--rather, perhaps, in life.' Three days--two days--one day.
Now let every joyous sound which the great globe can utter ring forth in one burst of harmony! Is it not well done to make the village-bells chant merrily when a marriage is over?
Here in London we can have no such music; but for us, my dear one, all the roaring life of the great city is wedding-hymn.