I have a little money, and--considering I am only twenty-four--quite a lot of wisdom.

As to being Viscountess Merrivale, I will say it fascinated me a little--just at first, you know.
And the poor old pater was so respectful I couldn't help enjoying myself.
But the gilt soon wore off the gingerbread, and I really couldn't enjoy what was left.

I said to myself, 'My dear, that man has the makings of a hectoring bully.

You must cut yourself loose at once if you don't want to develop into that most miserable of all creatures, a down-trodden wife.' So after our little tiff of the day before yesterday I sent the notice off forthwith.

And--you observe--it has taken effect.