You shall read John Ruskin; every word he says about women is good and precious.

If a woman can neither have a home of her own, nor find occupation in any one else's she is deeply to be pitied; her life is bound to be unhappy.

I sincerely believe that an educated woman had better become a domestic servant than try to imitate the life of a man.' Monica seemed to listen attentively, but before long she accustomed herself to wear this look whilst in truth she was thinking her own thoughts.

And as often as not they were of a nature little suspected by her prosing companion.
He believed himself the happiest of men.

He had taken a daring step, but fortune smiled upon him, Monica was all he had imagined in his love-fever; knowledge of her had as yet brought to light no single untruth, not trait of character that he could condemn.