"It makes all the difference between happiness and misery, but it does not make any difference in my love for you."
"You are a good man, Wrexham!"
"My dear, there is no goodness or badness in it. I am simply made like that, and I cannot help it."
"Nevertheless, you are perfect, whether it is your own doing or Nature's."
"If I were ten times better than I am, I should still not be half good enough for you."
"You'd always take my part, whoever I quarrelled with, wouldn't you?" coaxed Isabel, sticking a primrose, she had just gathered, into her lover's button-hole.
"Always."
"Even if I were wrong?"
"Exactly the same whether you were wrong or whether you were right; the merits of the case would have no effect upon me."
Isabel patted his arm. "Now that is what I call real justice. It is qualities such as this that make women love and respect men."