I see you want us all to go. I don't know what you want to do.""I want to be alone," said Isabel.

I should think that to hear such lovely music as that would really make him feel better.""I'm afraid there are moments in life when even Schubert has nothing to say to us. We must admit, however, that they are our worst.

Oh, I hoped there would be a lord; it's just like a novel!

I cling to some saving romance in things.

Is there really no hope?" our young woman asked as she stood before her."None whatever. There never has been. It has not been a successful life.""No — it has only been a beautiful one.

She's beautiful, but I don't say she's easy to know.""Ah, she's a thousand and one things!

My dear man, what has happened to you?""Well, that I can bear it no longer. That's simply what has happened. Something has snapped, has broken in me, and here I am. It's as I am that you must have me.

Yes, you've something to hide. It's none of my business — very true. But I love you," said Caspar Goodwood.

If I could stay —""For me you'll always be here," she softly interrupted.