"I never can get Mr. Deronda to pay me a compliment," said Gwendolen. "I have quite a curiosity to see whether a little flattery can be extracted from him."
"Ah!" said Sir Hugo, glancing at Deronda, "the fact is, it is useless to flatter a bride. We give it up in despair. She has been so fed on sweet speeches that every thing we say seems tasteless."
"Quite true," said Gwendolen, bending her head and smiling. "Mr. Grandcourt won me by neatly-turned compliments. If there had been one word out of place it would have been fatal."

"I never can get Mr. Deronda to pay me a compliment," said Gwendolen. "I am quite curious to see whether a little flattery can be extracted from him."
"Ah!" said Sir Hugo, glancing at Deronda, "the fact is, it is useless to flatter a bride. She has been so fed on sweet speeches that everything we say seems tasteless."
"Quite true," said Gwendolen, bending her head. "Mr. Grandcourt won me by neatly-turned compliments. If there had been one word out of place it would have been fatal."
