They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

What a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging and the inevitable looming charmingly close. The future vista of her life seemed an unending succession of scenes like this: under moonlight and pale starlight, and in the backs of warm limousines and in low cosy roadsters stopped under sheltering trees-only the boy might change, and this one was so nice.

Even when the east excited me most, even when I was keenly aware of its superiority to the broad, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which only spared children and the very old-even then it had always for me a quality of distortion.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

Then came the war, old sport. It was a great relief, and I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.