We should look like them, if we yielded to any outburst of affection.

Don't you think we should look like them ?" "I don't know," said Basil.

"You are certainly a little wrinkled, my dear." "And you are very fat, Basil." They glanced at each other with a flash of resentment, and then they both laughed.

"We couldn't look young if we quarreled a week," he said.
"We had better content ourselves with feeling young, as I hope we shall do if we live to be ninety.

It will be the loss of others if they don't see our bloom upon us.