There's no chance of my being able to marry for long enough to come.

Now, can you give me any advice?
I've quite made up my mind to leave Tootle.

The position isn't worthy of a gentleman; I'm losing my self-respect.

The she-Tootle gets worse and worse.

If I don't electrify her, one of these days, with an outburst of ferocious indignation, she will only have my patience to thank.