I chose to get married in my own way.

You, Mrs.
Wade, are not likely to find fault with me for that." "Oh dear no!" she answered, with friendly indifference.
"I am told you see a good deal of the Liversedges ?" She nodded.
"Does my sister give any promise of reaching higher levels?
Or is she a hopeless groveller ?" "Mrs.Liversedge is the kind of woman I can respect, independently of her views." "I like to hear you say that, because I know you don't deal in complimentary phrases.

The respect, I am sure, is reciprocated." Mrs.Wade seemed to give slight attention; she was looking at a picture above the fireplace.
"You will count my wife among your friends, I hope ?" he continued.
"I hope so.

Do you think we shall understand each other ?" "If not, it won't be for lack of good will on her side.

I mustn't begin to praise her, but I think you will find she has a very fair portion of brains." "I'm glad to hear that." "Do you imply that you had fears ?" "Men are occasionally odd in their choice of wives." "Yes," Denzil replied, with a laugh; "I have seen remarkable illustrations of it." "I didn't feel sure that you regarded brains as an essential." "Indeed! Then you were a long way from understanding me.