I don't know when a girl of that age has pleased me more." "She's a charming creature.

Ah, she at least is genuine." "Of course there's the difference in our ages--more than twenty years." "My dear Warburton," said Ralph, "are you serious ?" "Perfectly serious--as far as I've got." "I'm very glad.

And, heaven help us," cried Ralph, "how cheered-up old Osmond will be!" His companion frowned.

"I say, don't spoil it.

I shouldn't propose for his daughter to please HIM." "He'll have the perversity to be pleased all the same." "He's not so fond of me as that," said his lordship.
"As that?
My dear Warburton, the drawback of your position is that people needn't be fond of you at all to wish to be connected with you.
Now, with me in such a case, I should have the happy confidence that they loved me." Lord Warburton seemed scarcely in the mood for doing justice to general axioms--he was thinking of a special case.