At such a crisis it would be wicked to tinge Miss Palliser's hopes with any hue less warm than rose colour." "Do you suppose that I tell everything that is said to me ?" "Not at all; but opinions do ooze out.

I take him to be a good sort of a fellow; but why doesn't he talk a bit more ?" "That's just it." "And why does he pretend to do nothing?
When he's out he rides hard; but at other times there's a ha-ha, lack a-daisical air about him which I hate.

Why men assume it I never could understand.

It can recommend them to nobody.

A man can't suppose that he'll gain anything by pretending that he never reads, and never thinks, and never does anything, and never speaks, and doesn't care what he has for dinner, and, upon the whole, would just as soon lie in bed all day as get up.