You have no right to disturb those charming memories by attempting to turn them into bathos." She blew out a little cloud of tobacco smoke, and watched it thoughtfully.
"Ah!" she remarked.

"I wonder who is better at that, you or I?
I may not be exactly a sentimental person, but you--you are a flint." "On the contrary," Mr.Sabin assured her earnestly, "I am very much in love with my wife." "Dear me!" she exclaimed.

"You carry originality to quixoticism.

I have met several men before in my life whom I have suspected of such a thing, but I never heard any one confess it.

This little domestic contretemps is then, I presume, disagreeable to you!" "To the last degree," Mr.Sabin asserted.