Character: Mr. Potter

- Don't make us into villains, your mother offered you the grooms, all the best parties, but you all rejected.
I know I couldn't be stupid enough to marry because the groom is a catch or he has enough money.

- Come on, dad. Why as soon as a conflict arises, she sends you?
- Mom didn't send me. I can't stand the tension in the house.

- I've bought something, Beatrix. I went to the bookstore and bought it for good money. Hugh Whitford accosted me in the club and the other half couldn't shut up, he always shakes his jaw, I bought 3 of your books to his granddaughter, but still sent with the ship friends in Bombay. Soon, everyone was told that bought the book, which was written by my daughter. I thought it was time for me to buy it, I went straight to Hatchers and paid for it with a shilling.
- I would gave her to you.
I wanted to buy it. Like all the others. I have to apologize to you. When you showed me your drawings, I saw only a girl who wants to hear my comments, but you're not that girl anymore. You're an artist. A genuine artist. I would be proud to hear that myself, but now I'm proud of you, Beatrix.

- Helen, a little late - it's a good tone, get in the carriage.
- Being late is not a good tone, coming late is late.

Well, not cute is your mother? When angry, her cheeks burning. Once, Beatrix, you have to have a house to throw a party, make a calendar, to tolerate a man who watches not seen, and you also flamed cheeks.