Her father never loved her so dearly as when that little laugh was flying over her face, leaving its living footprints at the corners of her eyes, at the exquisite curve of her mouth.

It relieved her from the suspicion of priggishness to which, now and again, her grave moods and appropriate words laid her open.

She was not so proper, after all, her father now felt; she was a girl with the experiences of a girl who has tempted men and seen what came of it.
She spoke: "It is a very serious thing, giving a man your promise and then----" "Then finding that your duty to him--to him, mind--forces you to tell him that you cannot carry out that promise," said her father.

"Yes, it is a very serious thing, but not so serious as carrying out that promise would be if you had even the least little feeling that at the end of three months he was not a better man than you suspected he was at the beginning.

There's a bright side to everything, even a honeymoon; but the reason that a honeymoon is so frequently a failure is because the man is bound to be found out by his wife inside the month.