You will never know how much I love her until you have seen her.

She fills the old manor-house with sunshine and music.

I love to hear the gentle sound of her voice, sweet and low as the sound of a lute--the frou-frou of her dress as she moves about.

I am even more in love with her than when I married her, and I should not have thought that possible.

Make haste home, John, my dear old friend; even my happy home is incomplete without you.