"You know you said it was a mistake for a man to get into a groove, and that unbroken domesticity cloyed the brain." "I was speaking generally," I explained.
"It struck me as very apt," said Harris.

"I thought of repeating it to Clara; she has a great opinion of your sense, I know.

I am sure that if--" "We won't risk it," I interrupted, in my turn; "it is a delicate matter, and I see a way out of it.

We will say George suggested the idea." There is a lack of genial helpfulness about George that it sometimes vexes me to notice.

You would have thought he would have welcomed the chance of assisting two old friends out of a dilemma; instead, he became disagreeable.
"You do," said George, "and I shall tell them both that my original plan was that we should make a party--children and all; that I should bring my aunt, and that we should hire a charming old chateau I know of in Normandy, on the coast, where the climate is peculiarly adapted to delicate children, and the milk such as you do not get in England.