"If my husband says he'll see me damned first before he'll come back to me, then I'll tell Dale everything, and you can say what you like to him.

He'll be able to judge for himself; but in the meanwhile you'll let me have what happiness I can." I accepted the compromise, and, dispossessing Adolphus, sat down again.
I certainly had made progress.

Feeling in a benevolent mood, I set forth the advantages she would reap by assuming her legal status; how at last she would shake the dust of Bohemia from off her feet, and instead of standing at the threshold like a disconsolate Peri, she would enter as a right the Paradise of Philistia which she craved; how her life would be one continual tea-party, and how, as her husband had doubtless by this time obtained his promotion, she would be authorised to adopt high and mighty airs in her relations with the wives of all the captains and lieutenants in the regiment.

She sighed and wondered whether she would like it, after all.
"Here in England I can say 'damn' as often as I choose.

I don't say it very often, but sometimes I feel I must say it or explode." "There are its equivalents in French," I suggested.
She laughed outright.