Do I blame her?
No--a thousand times no! You see me, a plain man, considerably her senior.

_I_ had not the gift of writing impassioned love passages in which she could display her artistic genius.
When I came home from the City, tired after the day's work, _she_ was just beginning hers.

You know what London fashionable life is--the theater, a supper, a dance, some great lady's 'reception,' and the rest of it.

Ah, me! The stage, and literature, and the arts generally are not for poor fellows moiling in a City office.

You gentlemen, I take it, are all happily married--" "I'm not," said Elkin, "but I'll lay you long odds I will be soon." For some reason, this remark produced a certain uneasiness among his friends.