There's the honeymoon, for instance.

Did ever mortal man or mortal woman hear or dream of a second honeymoon?
No, sir, for Cupid, like a large blue-bottle, falls into, and is drowned, in the honey-pot." "Confound me," replied the squire, "if I understand a word you say.
However, I dare say it may be very good sense for all that, for you always had a long noddle.

Go on." "My advice to you then, sir, is this-make as few allusions to her marriage with me as possible; but, in the meantime, you may praise me a little, if you wish; but, above all things, don't run down Reilly immediately after paying either my mind or person any compliment.

Allow the young lady to remain quiet for a time.

Treat her with your usual kindness and affection; for it is possible, after all, that she may do more from her tenderness and affection for you than we could expect from any other motive; at all events, until we shall succeed in hanging or transporting this rebellious scoundrel." "Very good--so he is.