“... please Lady... Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish.""You most certainly were.""You are cruel, Evanna.”

“Sir,' I interrupted him, 'you are inexorable for that unfortunate lady; you speak of her with hate --- with vindictive antipathy. It is cruel --- she cannot help being mad.”

“Foolish is my happiness, and foolish things will it speak: it is still too young—so have patience with it!”

“The count came back to young Morcerf.'Don't you think,' he said, 'on reflection that you were wrong to speak in that way about your mother-in-law in front of Debray?''Please, Count,' Morcerf said. 'I beg you, don't use that word in anticipation.”

“strange that I should choose you for the confidante of all this, young lady; passing strange that you should listen to me quietly, as if it were the most usual thing in the world for a man like me to tell stories of his opera - mistress to a quaint, inexperienced girl like you!”

“Everyone is afraid of you and when folk are afraid of a person it usually means the person is cruel in some way, and I think you are cruel, Miss Marquess, but please don’t punish me for saying it. I think you know you’re cruel. I think you like being cruel. I think calling you cruel is the same as calling someone else kind. And I don’t want to run errands for someone cruel.”