Who knows but he may have thought the sight of a supper might have overcome me.

If he knew but all.

I'm much more disposed to make love to Letty Clancy than to go in for galantine and champagne.

By the way, I wonder if the physiologists are aware of that?
It is, perhaps, what constitutes the ethereal condition of love.

I'll write an essay on that, or, better still, I'll write a review of an imaginary French essay.