Sublime

Daisy regarded her with sincere disgruntlement. “Not even a little swooning?” “For heaven’s sake, you wouldn’t want to swoon, or you might miss something.”

She was thoroughly charming to him, but of course he theorized a little about his attachment. He was made of excellent human dough, and had the rare merit of knowing that his talents, even if let loose, would not set the smallest stream in the country on fire: hence he liked the prospect of a wife to whom he could say, ‘What shall we do?’ about

she,—I mean Lucy,—has never been in the slightest hurry to be married;—that's all. But I shall regard it as a lapsus-lingua in you."

She gave Merripen a frosty stare. “I’m not returning home without Leo. You know me well enough to take me at my word.” Half-amused, half-alarmed by her force of will, Cam asked Merripen, “Am I dealing with stubbornness, idiocy, or some combination of the two?”

“An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if youdo.”

“Three months,” she said, “and that’s my final offer.” “No!” “Then go find another woman,” she said flatly. “I want you.

‘That is it, you see. One never knows. I should have thought Chettam was just the sort of man a woman would like, now.’ ‘Pray do not mention him in that light again, uncle,’ said Dorothea, feeling some of her late irritation revive. Mr Brooke wondered, and felt that women were an inexhaustible subject of study, since even he at his age was not in a

Here was something really to vex her about Dodo: it was all very well not to accept Sir James Chettam, but the idea of marrying Mr Casaubon! Celia felt a sort of shame mingled with a sense of the ludicrous.