It's rather nice, isn't it ?" "It's a splendid opal," said Edward.
"She likes opals," said Algernon.
"She'll take your meaning at once," said Edward.
"How?
I'll be hanged if I know what my meaning is, Ned." "Don't you know the signification of your gift ?" "Not a bit." "Oh! you'll be Oriental when you present it." "The deuce I shall!" "It means, 'You're the prettiest widow in the world.'" "So she is.

I'll be right there, old boy." "And, 'You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake; you're everything to everybody; not half so innocent as you look: you're green as jealousy, red as murder, yellow as jaundice, and put on the whiteness of a virgin when you ought to be blushing like a penitent.' In short, 'You have no heart of your own, and you pretend to possess half a dozen: you're devoid of one steady beam, and play tricks with every scale of colour: you're an arrant widow, and that's what you are.' An eloquent gift, Algy." "Gad, if it means all that, it'll be rather creditable to me," said Algernon.

"Do opals mean widows ?" "Of course," was the answer.
"Well, she is a widow, and I suppose she's going to remain one, for she's had lots of offers.

If I marry a girl I shall never like her half as much as Peggy Lovell.

She's done me up for every other woman living.
She never lets me feel a fool with her; and she has a way, by Jove, of looking at me, and letting me know she's up to my thoughts and isn't angry.