We were made for one another." "But Mrs.Octagon--" "I don't like Mrs.Octagon--I never did," said Mallow, impetuously, "but I don't care two straws for her opposition.

I shall marry Juliet in spite of this revenge she seems to be practising on you.

Though why she should hope to vex you by meddling with my marriage, I cannot understand." "I can put the matter in a nutshell," said Caranby, and quoted Congreve-- "'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.'" "Oh," said Mallow, dropping his cigarette, and a whole story was revealed to him in the quotation.
"A gentleman doesn't talk of these things," said Caranby abruptly, "and for years I have held my tongue.

Still, as Mrs.Octagon does not hesitate to strike at me through you, and as your happiness is at stake, and the happiness of the girl you love, I shall tell you--so far as I can guess--why the woman behaves in this way." "If you please, sir," and Cuthbert settled himself to listen.
"About twenty years ago," said Caranby, plunging headfirst into his subject, "Isabella and Selina Loach were well-known in society.

They were the daughters of a country squire--Kent, I remember--and created a sensation with their beauty when they came to town.