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

She sought to be eloquent in her garments, and to make up for her diffidence of speech by a fine frankness of costume

I'm perfectly aware, for instance, that you know good society from bad.""Society is all bad.

I don't approve of myself in the least. Sometimes it comes over me — how I should object to myself if I were not myself.

I don't know why--there are no brick gables,' said Mrs. Prest, 'but this corner has seemed to me before more Dutch than Italian, more like Amsterdam than Venice. It's perversely clean, for reasons of its own; and though you can pass on foot scarcely anyone ever thinks of doing so. It has the air of a Protestant Sunday. Perhaps the people are afraid of the Misses Bordereau. I daresay they have the reputation of witches.

...I looked at the place with my heart beating as I had known it to do in the dentist's parlor.