"You won't be ashamed of her.

You will be proud of the chance to point her out as your wife, take my word for it." Then they set out for the Ritz.
"Roxbury," said Brock soberly, when they were in the Rue de la Paix, after walking two blocks in contemplative silence, "my peace of mind is poised at the brink of an abyss.

I have a feeling that I am about to chuck it over." "Nonsense.

You'll buck up when Edith has had a fling at you." "I suppose I'm to call her Edith." "Certainly, and I won't mind a 'dear' or two when it seems propitious.
It's rather customary, you know, even among the unhappily married.

Of course, I've always been opposed to kissing or caressing in public; it's so middle-class." "And I daresay Mrs.Medcroft will object to it in private," lamented Brock good-naturedly.
"I daresay," said her husband cheerfully.