We fall in love, we marry and are given in marriage, we promote and take part in international alliances, but when the curtain goes up again, our accumulations, acquisitions--whatever you choose to call them--have disappeared.

We are not to the superficial eye the spinster-philanthropist, the bride to be, the wife of a year; we are the same old Salemina, Francesca and Penelope.

It is so dramatic that my husband should be called to America; as a woman I miss him and need him; as a character I am much better single.

I don't suppose publishers like married heroines any more than managers like married leading ladies.
Then how entirely proper it is that Ronald Macdonald cannot leave his new parish in the Highlands.

The one, my husband, belongs to the first volume; Francesca's lover to the second; and good gracious, Salemina, don't you see the inference ?" "I may be dull," she replied, "but I confess I do not." "We are three ?" "Who is three ?" "That is not good English, but I repeat with different emphasis WE are three.