"Indeed, you must not love her; the bare idea is perverse."
"But then she is handsome, peculiarly handsome. Hers is a beauty that grows on you. You think her but graceful when you first see her; you discover her to be beautiful when you have known her for a year."
"It is not you who are to say these things. Now, Robert, be good."
"O Cary, I have no love to give. Were the goddess of beauty to woo me, I could not meet her advances. There is no heart which I can call mine in this breast."
"So much the better; you are a great deal safer without. Good-night."
"Why must you always go, Lina, at the very instant when I most want you to stay?"
"Because you most wish to retain when you are most certain to lose."
"Listen; one other word. Take care of your own heart—do you hear me?"
"There is no danger."
"I am not convinced of that. The Platonic parson, for instance."