The society of my relatives can only be enjoyed with frequent intervals.

The charm of your society, My Sparrow, lies in not knowing what will you say next - though one rapidly learns to fear the worst!

My house seems remarkably full of people," he observed. "Is it possible we were expected.

Judging from the letters I've received from obviously feeble-minded persons who wish I would write another These Old Shades, it ought to sell like hot cakes.

You're only a man! You've not our gifts! I can tell you! Why, a woman can think of a hundred different things at once, all them contradictory!

I am relieved. May I now have the truth?

Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl that you are? Yes, but, mind, it only to save my neck from being wrung!