No doubt at all that I'll be pretty well frightened over what I've said and done to-night....

Louis, dear, you simply _must_ take me home this very minute!" She came up to him, placed both hands on his shoulders, kissed him lightly, looked at him for a moment, humorously grave: "Some day," she said, "a big comet will hit this law-ridden, man-regulated earth--or the earth will slip a cog and go wabbling out of its orbit into interstellar space and side-wipe another planet--or it will ultimately freeze up like the moon.

And who will care then _how_ Valerie West loved Louis Neville ?--or what letters in a forgotten language spelled 'wife' and what letters spelled 'mistress'?
After all, I am not afraid of words.

Nor do I fear what is in my heart.

God reads it as I stand here; and he can see no selfishness in it.