"He had something of the air, if one can imagine such a combination, of a witty and decadent Red Indian."

“The world is so disgracefully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.”

“I remember the average curate at home as something between a eunuch and a snigger.”

“Oh! help me, heaven," she prayed, "to be decorative and to do right!”

“On we read, confusing the characters with the incidents and neglecting the outcome, but tickled by the images and the turns of the talk. It is frivolous stuff, and how rare, how precious is frivolity! How few writers can prostitute all their powers!”

“I suppose when there's no more room for another crow's-foot, one attains a sort of peace?”