"Roxbury would never forgive you.
We have both placed the utmost confidence in you, Mr.Brock, and--" "'Sh! Say 'Roxbury, dear'!" interposed the practical Constance.

"The walls may have ears, my dears." Then Mrs.Medcroft plaintively implored his forgiveness, and said that she was miserable and ashamed and very unappreciative.

Brock, in deep humility, begged her pardon for his unnecessary harshness, and promised not to offend again.
"The first quarrel," cried Constance delightedly.

"How nicely you've made it up.

And you've been married less than a week!" "Roxbury and I didn't have our first quarrel until we'd been married a year," said Edith reflectively.
"Oh, I say, Edith," exclaimed Brock, with a dark frown, "I'd rather you wouldn't be forever extolling the good qualities of my predecessor.