"If I escaped with my eyes I should be lucky.

You must think your wife perfection, and make her think you do.

Woe be unto you if you introduce a female friend and suggest that she should be imitated, even to the arch of an eyebrow.

Oh, no, I thank you! That's a sphere in which I shouldn't shine at all, and I wouldn't dare attempt it with any feminine saint in the calendar.

Oh, Graydon, what a dear old goose you are!" and she laughed till the tears came into her eyes.