"Yes, in the advertisements! but they say the publisher is ruined, nevertheless."
"Well! that is quite extraordinary! I thought all the world approved it."
"The world!—the world, my dear Lady Tilney, is a very ill-natured world, though you have never found it so; but you will some day."
"Oh, do not imagine," cried Lady Tilney, a little displeased at her supposed want of discernment, "do not suppose that I am not quite aware of the world's ill-nature—only—"
"Only you are bound, my dear friend, to suppose it otherwise, since, in its opinion of you, it does indeed make an exception."
"You know I hate flattery, Mr. Ombre."—"Well, well, I have done; but in some cases, what appears flattery, is truth. Besides, I never do flatter."
"Come, come," said Lady Tilney, "never mind! let us return to the Male Coquet, I have not half done talking about it. What do you think of the character of Lord Algernon, is it not delightful, is it not quite perfect?—And for that very reason, quite detestable."
"My dear lady, I never knew but one perfect person in the world whom I could bear; do you guess who I mean?"
"Dear me, are you still here?" said Lady Ellersby, approaching at the moment.