"I'm not afraid of your not believing that I've had great ideas for you." "What do you mean by my soaring and sailing ?" she pursued.
"I've never moved on a higher plane than I'm moving on now.

There's nothing higher for a girl than to marry a--a person she likes," said poor Isabel, wandering into the didactic.
"It's your liking the person we speak of that I venture to criticise, my dear cousin.

I should have said that the man for you would have been a more active, larger, freer sort of nature." Ralph hesitated, then added: "I can't get over the sense that Osmond is somehow--well, small." He had uttered the last word with no great assurance; he was afraid she would flash out again.

But to his surprise she was quiet; she had the air of considering.
"Small ?" She made it sound immense.
"I think he's narrow, selfish.

He takes himself so seriously!" "He has a great respect for himself; I don't blame him for that," said Isabel.