If you try to tear him away from her he'll only cling to her the closer.

If you trumpet abroad her infamy he'll proclaim her a slandered and martyred saint.

Leave him to me for the present." "I'll do so gladly," said Lady Kynnersley, with surprising meekness.
"But you _will_ bring him back, Simon?
I've arranged for him to marry Maisie.

I can't have my plans for the future upset." By-law 379! Dear, excellent, but wooden-headed woman! "I have your promise, haven't I ?" she said, her hand in mine.
"You have," said I nobly.
But how in the name of Astaroth I'm going to keep it I haven't the remotest conception..