“The dirt is picturesque, so I don't mind.”

“I don't think secrets agree with me, I feel rumpled up in mind since you told me that…”

“Don't mind me. I'm as happy as a cricket here.”

“But please hug and kiss me, everyone, and don't mind my dress, I want a great many crumples of this sort put into it today.”

“Glad you like my first tableau. Come and see number two. Hope it isn't spoilt; it was very pretty just now. This is 'Othello telling his adventures to Desdemona'."The second window framed a very picturesque group of three. Mr March in an armchair, with Bess on a cushion at his feed, was listening to Dan, who, leaning against a pillow, was talking with unusual animation. The old man was in shadow, but little Desdemona was looking up with the moonlight full upon her face, quite absorbed in the story he was telling so well. The gay drapery over Dan's shoulder, his dark colouring and the gesture of his arm made the picture very striking and both very striking, and both spectators enjoyed it with silent pleasure, till Mrs Jo said in a quick whisper:"I'm glad he's going away. He's too picturesque to have among so many romantic girls. Afraid his 'grand, gloomy and peculiar' style will be too much for our simple maids.”

“I don't see why God made any night; day is so much pleasanter…”

“Oh, that is the surprise. It's so lovely, I pity you because you don't know it…”