"What an implied compliment to our exhilarating society!"
"Indeed there is—a very strong one. I've been so immensely exhilarated that, in the re-action, I'm almost faint."
"Maggie," cried Amy, "do take care of Burt; he's going to faint."
"He must wait till we come to the next brook, and then we'll put him in it."
"Webb," said Amy, looking over her shoulder at the young man, who was now following the carriage, "is there anything the matter with you, also?"
"Nothing more than usual."
"Oh, your trouble, whatever it may be, is chronic. Well, well, to think that we poor women may be the only survivors of this tremendous expedition."
"That would be most natural—the survival of the fittest, you know."
"I don't think your case serious. Science is uppermost in your mind, as ever. You ought to live a thousand years, Webb, to see the end of all your theories."
"I fear it wouldn't be the millennium for me, and that I should have more perplexing theories at its end than now."