She's a born reformer.

I haven't eaten a thing I cared about, nor drank a drop I wanted, nor used a bad word I was fond of, since I married, without being nagged at about it.

She loved me for my vices, and yet she hasn't let me keep a single one--not even the smallest--not even cigarettes.

Nag! Good God! She's nagged me to perfection ever since the day of our wedding when she made me sign the pledge before she let me kiss her!" "Well, that doesn't make it any easier for us or for the children," replied Gabriella, without sympathy; "and if you don't think of Jane, you might at least think of your children." "Of course it's hard on the kids," admitted Charley ruefully.

"But as for Jane--now, will you tell me what would become of Jane after she had reformed me?
Why, she'd be bored to death.