As soon as we begin to rear and strut we stumble into our graves--But it's no use to talk to you about that.

I came on another matter." Margaret's lips tightened; she hastily veiled her eyes.
"I've taken a great fancy to you," Craig went on.

"That's why I've wasted so much time on you.

What you need is a husband--a good husband.
Am I not right ?" Margaret, pale, said faintly: "Go on." "You know I'm right.

Every man and every woman ought to marry.