She may be in China yet, for aught I know.

I regard death as a divorce." "Your wife must be glad of it," said Raleigh, somewhat ungallantly; for, to tell the truth, he was nettled by Confucius's demeanor.

"I didn't know, however, but that since you escaped from China and came here to Hades you might have fallen in love with some spirit of an age subsequent to your own--Mary Queen of Scots, or Joan of Arc, or some other spook--who rejected you.

I can't account for your dislike of women otherwise." "Not I," said Confucius.

"Hades would have a less classic name than it has for me if I were hampered with a family.