I have never ruffled it--nor tried to ruffle it--nor even desired to ruffle it." "Do you like ruffling people's tempers ?" "Some people's tempers, extremely." "What sort of people's ?" "I don't know.

I never schedule people into 'sorts,' as you do.

The people I care about can not be counted by 'sorts': there is one made of each, and then the mould is broken." "You do like Felicia better than me, don't you ?" Elisabeth asked, after a moment's silence.
"So you say, and as you are a specialist in these matters I think it wise to take your statements on faith without attempting to dispute them." "Chris, you are a goose!" "I know that--far better than you do." And Christopher sighed.
"But I like you all the same." "That is highly satisfactory." "I believe I always liked you better than Alan," Elisabeth continued, "only his way of talking about things dazzled me somehow.

But after a time I found out that he always said more than he meant, while you always mean more than you say." "Oh! Tremaine isn't half a bad fellow: his talk is, as you say, a little high-flown; but he takes himself in more than he takes in other people, and he really means well." Christopher could afford to be magnanimous toward Alan, now that Elisabeth was the reverse.
"I remember that day at Pembruge Castle, while he was talking to me about the troubles of the poor you were rowing Johnnie Stubbs about on the mere.

That was just the difference between you and him." "Oh! there wasn't much in that," replied Christopher; "if you had been kind to me that day, and had let me talk to you, I am afraid that poor Johnnie Stubbs would have had to remain on dry land.