...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.
Money and titles may be hereditary," she would say, "but brains are not,".
Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T'wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
Odd's fish, m'dear! The man can't even tie his own cravat!
There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.
A woman's heart is such a complex problem - the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.