"Do you think I'd better speak to Edith?
We may be able to prevent the divorce." "Divorce, my dear," gasped Mrs.Odell-Carney incredulously.
At this juncture Mr.Odell-Carney emerged from his shell, so to speak.
He stalked through the window and confronted the two ladies, one of whom, at least, was vastly dismayed by his sudden appearance.
"Now, see here," he began without preliminary apology, "I won't hear of a divorce.

That's all rubbish--perfect rot, 'pon my soul.

Wot's the use?
Hang it all, Mrs.Rodney, wot's the odds, so long as all parties are contented?
We can stand it, by Jove, if they can, don't you know.

We can't regulate the love affairs of the universe.

Besides, I'm not going to stand by and see a friend dragged into a thing of this sort--" "A friend, Carney," exclaimed his wife.
"Well, it's possible, my dear, that he may be a friend.