Consistency, Madam, Is The First

All My Heart Is Yours, Sir: It Belongs To You; And With You It Would Remain, Were Fate To Exile The Rest Of Me From Your Presence Forever.

Rochester: I Am To Take Mademoiselle To The Moon, And There I Shall Seek A Cave In One Of The White Valleys Among The Volcano-tops, And Mademoiselle Shall Live With Me There, And Only Me.

Of Late Years An Abundant Shower Of Curates Has Fallen Upon The North Of England.

I Like Rudeness A Great Deal Better Than Flattery.

Mademoiselle Is A Fairy," He Said, Whispering Mysteriously.