I shall not return home for several days; Rome's delightful, and it's a good place for a man in my state of mind.

Oh, I know you're sorry to leave it; but you're right to do what your aunt wishes." "She doesn't even wish it!" Isabel broke out strangely.
Osmond was apparently on the point of saying something that would match these words, but he changed his mind and rejoined simply: "Ah well, it's proper you should go with her, very proper.

Do everything that's proper; I go in for that.

Excuse my being so patronising.

You say you don't know me, but when you do you'll discover what a worship I have for propriety." "You're not conventional ?" Isabel gravely asked.
"I like the way you utter that word! No, I'm not conventional: I'm convention itself.