"It is this lovely election! It has got into my head."
"Well, don't let it tire you; I would rather lose the seat than that you should knock yourself up in helping me to win it."
"I am glad you have warned her," said Joanna, "I am sure she works too hard, but she won't listen to me. She has too much spirit for her strength."
An anxious expression came over Paul's face. "You do look a bit tired, Isabel," he said.
"Rubbish!" she replied; then she looked at herself in the glass. "Should you call me a brilliant woman or a sweet woman?" she asked thoughtfully.
"Brilliant," replied Joanna.
"Both," replied Paul.
"That is absurd! I can't be both; nobody could."
"But you are."
Isabel carefully arranged her fringe: "That is just like your interesting but incomprehensible sex, my good sir. If you happen to care for a woman, you at once endow her with every possible virtue, totally irrespective of the fact that some of the virtues won't go together."