Turning away, he stared for a minute or two at the engraving of the children feeding fish in a pond; then, with his eyes still glued to the picture, he burst out passionately: "Gabriella, I'd hoped she wouldn't this time!" "If I were she," retorted Gabriella crushingly, "I would never speak to you again until the day of my death." "If she were you," rejoined Charley, with barefaced audacity, "I'd have been a good husband.

Why, I was simply starving to be a good husband when I married Jane.

It's my ideal in life.

I'm all for the domestic thing by nature.

I was tired--positively dog-tired of the other kind.