Though we live as long as you, the pleasure-seeking years of our lives are much shorter.

We burst out into full flowering early in our spring, but long before the summer is over, we are no more than huddled leaves and thick stalks.' 'Are you a thick stalk, Mrs.Smith ?' 'Unfortunately, not.

My flowers are gone while my stalk is still thin and sensitive.

And then women can't recuperate.' 'I don't quite know what that means.' 'Yes, you do.

It is good English enough even for Cambridge by this time.
If you had made a false step, got into debt and ran away, or mistaken another man's wife for your own, or disappeared altogether under a cloud for a while, you could retrieve your honour, and, sinking at twenty-five or thirty, could come up from out of the waters at thirty-five as capable of enjoyment and almost as fresh as ever.