To put it quite crudely ... the poor don't really know how the rich live, and the rich don't know how the poor live, and to find out is really enchanting to both of them.

A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.

marriage is an extraordinary thing - and I doubt if any outsider - even a child of the marriage - has the right to judge.

Then there are some minor points that strike me as suggestive - for instance, the position of Mrs. Hubbard's sponge bag, the name of Mrs. Armstrong's mother, the detective methods of Mr. Hardman, the suggestion of Mr. MacQueen that Ratchett himself destroyed the charred note we found, Princess Dragomiroff's Christian name, and a grease spot on a Hungarian passport.

Any coincidencce is worth noticing. You can throw it away later if it is only a coincidence.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

To feel admiration for a man all through one's married life would, I think, be excessively tedious.