"That's as far as I'll go.

If she can't read that I'm done for!" The maid had taken the message upstairs.
"Now I've done it, I've gone too far.

I'm done for--oh, I'm done for! Well, look about you, Ethel, my love--it's the last look you'll ever get at this room! How dear it is, what taste, what a home.

Books, pictures, a piano of course--and the very air is full of the things that have been said here after dinner, over coffee and cigarettes, by all the people you want to know.

Not rich nor 'smart' like Newport--just people with minds and hearts alive to the big things that really count, the beautiful things!.