"If that's the way you desire to treat them, no wonder you don't like America." "If you've not good servants you're miserable," Mrs.Touchett serenely said.

"They're very bad in America, but I've five perfect ones in Florence." "I don't see what you want with five," Henrietta couldn't help observing.

"I don't think I should like to see five persons surrounding me in that menial position." "I like them in that position better than in some others," proclaimed Mrs.Touchett with much meaning.
"Should you like me better if I were your butler, dear ?" her husband asked.
"I don't think I should: you wouldn't at all have the tenue." "The companions of freemen--I like that, Miss Stackpole," said Ralph.
"It's a beautiful description." "When I said freemen I didn't mean you, sir!" And this was the only reward that Ralph got for his compliment.

Miss Stackpole was baffled; she evidently thought there was something treasonable in Mrs.Touchett's appreciation of a class which she privately judged to be a mysterious survival of feudalism.

It was perhaps because her mind was oppressed with this image that she suffered some days to elapse before she took occasion to say to Isabel: "My dear friend, I wonder if you're growing faithless." "Faithless?
Faithless to you, Henrietta ?" "No, that would be a great pain; but it's not that." "Faithless to my country then ?" "Ah, that I hope will never be.