In fact," she said, so sincerely that it almost showed pain, yet so lucidly that it almost showed humour, "in fact, you know, I want to BE married.

It's--well, it's the condition." "The condition-- ?" He was just vague.
"It's the state, I mean.

I don't like my own.

'Miss,' among us all, is too dreadful--except for a shopgirl.

I don't want to be a horrible English old-maid." "Oh, you want to be taken care of.