Now then." "Now then, what ?" "Begin." "Begin what ?" "Amusing me." And she made herself look sullen and unamusable all over.
"I will try," said Riviere.

"I'll tell you what they say of you: that you are too young to love." "So I am, much." "No, no, no! I made a mistake.

I mean too young to be loved." "Oh, I am not too young for that, not a bit." This point settled, she suggested that, if he could not amuse her, he had better do THE NEXT BEST THING, and that was, talk sense.
"I think I had better not talk at all," said he, "for I am no match for such a nimble tongue.

And then you are so remorseless.

I'll hold my tongue, and make a sketch of this magnificent oak." "Ay, do: draw it as it appeared on a late occasion: with two ladies flying out of it, and you rooted with dismay." "There is no need; that scene is engraved." "Where?
in all the shops ?" "No; on all our memories." "Not on mine; not on mine.