"You and he, I see, are peculiarly suited to each other....

My only regret is that in my blind affection I have wasted all these years and all those thousands of dollars on you." Madam Bowker affected publicly a fine scorn of money and all that thereto appertained; but privately she was a true aristocrat in her reverence and consideration for that which is the bone and blood of aristocracy.
"Nothing so stupid and silly as regret," said Margaret, with placid philosophy of manner.

"I, too, could think of things I regret.

But I'm putting my whole mind on the future." "Future!" Madam Bowker laughed.

"Why, my child, you have no future.
Within two years you'll either be disgracefully divorced, or the wife of a little lawyer in a little Western town." "But I'll have my husband and my children.