"It is the spell of new faces." "You see a face on the street, in the church, passing you, to be gone the next instant forever," she mused.

"Once I did myself.

I was mad to follow the man.

I saw him again, and was yet madder.

I saw him yet again, and made love to him madly, and then--" "You married him," said I, knowing perfectly well the devotion of these two.
"Yes," said Mrs.Kitty, sighing contentedly, "it was Matt, of course.
There's something in that 'Whom God hath joined together.' But it ought to be God, and not man, that does the joining." "Suppose we talk philosophy rather than dance." "Not I! We are here to-night to be young.