You mayn't have it always.

You won't if you marry"-- with a twinkle.

"Now, may I have my usual cup of coffee--_not_ from the hands of your Hebe!" She nodded and slipped out of the room to make the coffee, while Penelope turned towards the visitor with an expression of dismay on her face.
"Do forgive me, Lord St.John," she said.

"But is it wise?
Aren't you taking from her all incentive to work ?" "I don't believe in pot-boiling," he replied promptly.

"The best work of a talent like Nan's is not the work that's done to buy the dinner." He lit another cigarette before he spoke again.