The Gay Lord Quex / A Comedy in Four Acts

And so, if I have to part with my last shred of character, I will lose it in association with a woman of your class rather than with a lady whom I, with the rest of the world, hold in the highest esteem.

You are mistaken in the construction you put upon it.

Quex.
I—I am profoundly sorry to be obliged to speak to you in this fashion.

Well, do you remember the brand of the champagne you sipped while you and I sat smoking?
Quex.
Good lord, no!
Duchess.
"Félix Poubelle, Carte d'Or." You remarked that it was a brand unknown to you. Have you ever met it since, Harry?
Quex.
Not that I—
Duchess.
Nor I till last night, at dinner. [Impressively.] It is in this very house.

nurses are but nurses

I shall die a romantic girl, however old I may be.

Great passions involve great dangers. The history of the world shows that.

Crazes die, you know—nails grow.