Henry shook his head, 'I was drunk,' he said, trying to sound both ashamed and firm in this belief. He remembered the rosebush incident very clearly, of course, but he knew that sneaking into the bedroom window of his fiancee's little sister wasn't something he wanted to explain to his father. Sometimes, Henry reflected, being taken for a perpetual drunk was sort of convenient.

She was full of some strange energy that morning. Her every movement had purpose and life and she seemed to find satisfaction in every little thing.

It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.

Even when a girl is married she still never completely leaves her mother and father's home.

A lady must retain always her composure. Even in a rainstorm, she must appear joyous and dry. When she loses her composure, then the respect of her peers and her staff will follow in short order.

A young lady's most natural ally is her sister although sometimes our own relatives are as inscrutable to us as an antipodean.

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine.