Fog and hypocrisy - that is to say, shadow, convention, decency - these were the very things that lent to London its poetry and romance.
You don't really know a woman until she writes you a letter.
She suspected him of infidelity, with and without reason, morning, noon and night.
It's always something to get one's wish, even if the wish is a failure.
Most people would far rather be seen through than not be seen at all.
Absurdly improbable things are quite as liable to happen in real life as in weak literature.