“You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable.-Eponymous Clent”
“My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I doubt there is anything I can do for you. You, sir, are a romantic, and I suspect your condition is incurable.”
“I'm an incurable romantic. The essence of romance is an unshakable conviction that next time will be different.”
“I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.”
“I'm afraid your literary prizes don't give you any jurisdiction in this particular instance, sir.”
“I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?”