Let us take him over there and show him what it all means." "My friend," answered Claudius, "you are one of those hardened sceptics for whom nothing can be hoped save a deathbed repentance.

When you are mortally hit and have the alternative of marriage or death set before you in an adequately lively manner, you will, of course, elect to marry.
Then your wife, if you get your deserts, will rule you with a rod of iron, and you will find, to your cost, that the woman who has got you has rights, whether you like it or not, and that she can use them." "Dollars and cents," said Barker grimly, "that is all." "No, it is not all," retorted Claudius.

"A wise Providence has provided women in the world who can make it very uncomfortable for sinners like you, and if you do not reform and begin a regular course of worship, I hope that one of them will get you." "Thanks.

And if I repent and make a pilgrimage on my knees to every woman I know, what fate do you predict?
what countless blessings are in store for me ?" The Countess was amused at the little skirmish, though she knew that Claudius was right.

Barker, with all his extreme politeness and his pleasant speeches, had none of the knightly element in his character.
"You never can appreciate the 'countless blessings' until you are converted to woman-worship, my friend," said Claudius, evading the question.