The Society Of My Relatives Can Only

I Don't Know How It Is...but You Seem To Think Me Something Wonderful, And Indeed, I Am Not.

You Will Allow That One's Curiosity Must Be Aroused When One Learns That A Lady Is Prepared To Elope To Escape From Advances One Had Not The Least Intention Of Making!

Remind Me One Day To Teach You How To Achieve A Sneer, Hugh. Yours Is Too Pronounced, And Thus But A Grimace. It Should Be But A Faint Curl Of The Lips.

Is It Not Insupportable To Be Held Down To A Canter When You Long To Gallop For Miles?

[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear Sir!” “mine Is Erratic,” He Said Imperturbably. “i Remember Only What Interests Me.