"It would have been seen, it would have been heard of, before, the case of the woman a man doesn't want, or of whom he's tired, or for whom he has no use but SUCH uses, and who is capable, in her infatuation, in her passion, of promoting his interests with other women rather than lose sight of him, lose touch of him, cease to have to do with him at all.
Cela s'est vu, my dear; and stranger things still--as I needn't tell YOU! Very good then," she wound up; "there is a perfectly possible conception of the behaviour of your sweet wife; since, as I say, there's no imagination so lively, once it's started, as that of really agitated lambs.

Lions are nothing to them, for lions are sophisticated, are blases, are brought up, from the first, to prowling and mauling.

It does give us, you'll admit, something to think about.

My relief is luckily, however, in what I finally do think." He was well enough aware, by this time, of what she finally did think; but he was not without a sense, again, also for his amusement by the way.

It would have made him, for a spectator of these passages between the pair, resemble not a little the artless child who hears his favourite story told for the twentieth time and enjoys it exactly because he knows what is next to happen.