Molyneux: Remember you are speaking of your sister, Bill.
Lady Emily: Molly, you are taking away my character.
Molyneux (gallantly): I am too modest to hope to succeed where so many have failed.
Lord William: I was about to ask my sister, before Molly interrupted with the rather half-hearted propositions we have just been listening to—I was about to ask my sister whether she does not consider that Ann is becoming almost too much of a good thing.
Lady Emily: Too good, you mean?
Mrs. Martineau: For this world.
Lady Emily: For our world.
Tim: Ann couldn’t live in your world. It is too small. She would die for lack of exercise.
Mrs. Martineau: She will die of exhaustion if she tries to combine Whitechapel and the County.