Good-bye.

I wish I could wish you good luck in this other--but, of course, you couldn't expect that.

We're a queer lot, all of us.

I've always had a sneaking suspicion that if my mother had married the man she was truly in love with, I'd be a much better-looking chap than I am to-day." She was standing beside him at the door, nearly a head taller than he.
"Or," she amended with a dainty grimace, "you might be a very beautiful girl, and that would be dreadful.".