Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.

I never change, except in my affections.

One should never trust a woman who tells her real age. If she tells that, she'll tell anything.

The gods bestowed on Max the gift of perpetual old age.

You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to a woman!