She took refuge in scorn.
"A real man goes out and looks for a wife." "But suppose he doesn't want one ?" "He must want a woman to love.

What can his life be without a woman in it?
What can anybody's life be without some one to care for?
I really believe you're made of sawdust.

Why don't you fall in love ?" Septimus took off his hat, ran his fingers through his upstanding hair, re-covered his head, and looked at her helplessly.
"Oh, no! I'm booked.

It's no use your falling in love with me." "I wouldn't--presume to do such a thing," he stammered, somewhat scared.

"I think love is serious.