Moreover, Lady Dudley flattered herself with filling the next best part to the principal, that of confidante with Mrs. Courtenaye. Constance had, however, too much good taste, as well as good feeling, for this; she had betrayed her jealousy, not confessed it. Still, this was enough for her soi-disant friend, who went on torturing her with stories about Lady Marchmont's powers of fascination, and Lady Marchmont's coquetry.

An ongoing frustration for visitors are the different transliterations of Chinese place-names into English—various city and county administrations can't agree on a standard method, tussling over the Wade–Giles, tongyong, and hanyu systems.

Things were finally comfortable between us; I didn't need my sister messing that up ... or trying to get in his pants.

And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock.