"I'm afraid I shall be bored to death if we stay here long.

You know, I've only been married a short time, and I hate being bothered." Celia noted the petulant droop of the almost perfect lips, the faint lines of weariness which trailed from the corners of them, noted the weakness of the chin, the restlessness of the blue eyes which shone like amethysts in the firelight; it was evident to Celia that this beautiful, graceful young creature was not a happy woman.

She did not know how much, since her marriage, Miriam had deteriorated, mentally and spiritually.

One cannot touch pitch and escape undefiled.
"Oh, I've no doubt you'll find plenty to amuse you," she said.

"The country is delightful----" "Oh, I'm rather fed up with the country," said Lady Heyton.