One can't live anywhere for nothing--it's all bosh that a fellow saves by staying with people.

I don't know how it is for a lady, but a man's practically let in--" "Do you know you kill me, Harold ?" Mrs.Brookenham woefully interposed.
But it was with the same remote melancholy that she asked in the next breath: "It wasn't an INVITATION--to Brander ?" "It's as I told you.

She said she'd write, fixing a time; but she never did write." "But if YOU wrote--" "It comes to the same thing?
DOES it ?--that's the question.

If on my note she didn't write--that's what I mean.

Should one simply take it that one's wanted?
I like to have these things FROM you, mother.