You ought to go to work on a different system." "But I haven't a system at all," cried the poor lady.

"How was I to foresee that my only son was going to fall in love with a circus rider?
These are contingencies in life for which one, with all the thought in the world, can make no provision.

I had arranged, as you know, that he should marry Maisie Ellerton, as charming a girl as ever there was.
Isn't she?
And an independent fortune besides." "A rosebud wrapped in a gold leaf," I murmured.
"Now he's breaking the child's heart----" "There was never any engagement between them, I am sure of that," I remarked.
"There wasn't.

But I gave her to understand it was a settled affair--merely a question of Dale speaking.

And, instead of speaking, he will have nothing to do with her, and spends all his time--and, I suppose, though I don't like to refer to it, all his money--in the society of this unmentionable woman." "Is she really so--so red as she is painted ?" I asked.
"She isn't painted at all.