She fixed Terence with her vivid blue eyes and addressed herself to him in particular.

What would he do, she wanted to know, if the boat ran upon a rock and sank.
"Would you care for anythin' but savin' yourself?
Should I?
No, no," she laughed, "not one scrap--don't tell me.

There's only two creatures the ordinary woman cares about," she continued, "her child and her dog; and I don't believe it's even two with men.

One reads a lot about love--that's why poetry's so dull.

But what happens in real life, he?
It ain't love!" she cried.
Terence murmured something unintelligible.