If they were, inherited vice would be as rare in this country as smallpox!" "People don't inherit smallpox, dear." "Never mind! You know what I mean.

In our stock farms and kennels, we weed out, destroy, exterminate hereditary weakness in everything.

We pay the greatest attention to the production of all offspring except our own.

Look at Stephen! How dared his parents bring him into the world?
Look at Sylvia! And now, suppose they marry!" "Dearest," said Ferrall, "my head is a whirl and my wits are spinning like five toy tops.

Your theories are all right; but unless you and I are prepared to abandon several business enterprises and take to the lecture platform, I'm afraid people are going to be wicked enough to marry whom they like, and the human race will he run as usual with money the favourite, and love a case of 'also-ran.' ...