Murder will out." "Murder will--but this isn't murder.

Quite the contrary perhaps! I verily believe," she had her moments of adding, "that, for the amusement of the row, you would prefer an explosion." This, however, was a remark he seldom noticed; he wound up, for the most part, after a long, contemplative smoke, with a transition from which no exposed futility in it had succeeded in weaning him.

"What I can't for my life make out is your idea of the old boy." "Charlotte's too inconceivably funny husband?
I HAVE no idea." "I beg your pardon--you've just shown it.

You never speak of him but as too inconceivably funny." "Well, he is," she always confessed.

"That is he may be, for all I know, too inconceivably great.