Married men especially!--I think they do it to avoid conversation with their wives!" She laughed, and her eyes flashed mirthfully as Rivardi seated himself opposite to her at table.
"Well, _I_ am not married"-- he said, rather petulantly--"Nor is Gaspard.

But some day we may fall into temptation and NOT be delivered from evil." "Ah yes!" and Morgana shook her fair head at him with mock dolefulness--"And that will be very sad! Though nowadays it will not bind you to a fettered existence.

Marriage has ceased to be a sacrament,--you can leave your wives as soon as you get tired of them,--or--they can leave YOU!" Rivardi looked at her with reproach in his handsome face and dark eyes.
"You read the modern Press"-- he said--"A pity you do!" "Yes--it's a pity anyone reads it!"-- she answered--"But what are we to read?
If low-minded and illiterate scavengers are employed to write for the newspapers instead of well-educated men, we must put up with the mud the scavengers collect.

We know well enough that every journal is more or less a calendar of lies,--all the same we cannot blind ourselves to the great change that has come over manners and morals--particularly in relation to marriage.

Of course the Press always chronicles the worst items bearing on the subject--" "The Press is chiefly to blame for it"-- declared Rivardi.
"Oh, I think not!" and Morgana smiled as she poured out a second cup of coffee--"The Press cannot create a new universe.