You don't think a woman ought to do that.

You think it bold and ungraceful." "I think it beautiful," said Osmond.

"You know my opinions--I've treated you to enough of them.

Don't you remember my telling you that one ought to make one's life a work of art?
You looked rather shocked at first; but then I told you that it was exactly what you seemed to me to be trying to do with your own." She looked up from her book.

"What you despise most in the world is bad, is stupid art." "Possibly.