Lady Croom: It is a defect of God's humour that he directs our hearts everywhere but to those who have a right to them. (2.6)
Septimus: But is Mr Chater deceived?
Lady Croom: He insists on it, and finds the proof of his wife's virtue in his eagerness to defend it. Captain Brice is not deceived but cannot help himself. He would die for her. (2.6)
Septimus: My lady, I was alone with my thoughts in the gazebo, when Mrs Chater ran me to ground, and I being in such a passion, in an agony of unrelieved desire --
Lady Croom: Oh . . . !
Septimus: -- I thought in my madness that the Chater with her skirts over her head would give me the momentary illusion of the happiness to which I dared not put a face.
Lady Croom: I do not know when I have received a more unusual compliment, Mr Hodge. (2.6)