Yet somehow she's been marooned, overlooked, while far worse have been married well.
Strange, that sort of thing.

Somewhat my own case.

I ought to have been able to get some girl with a bunch, yet I somehow always just failed to connect--until I got beyond the marrying age.

Devilish lucky for me, too.

I'm no end better off." And Mr.Whitesides, sitting correctly upon Madam Bowlder's gray silk cushions, reflected complacently upon his ample salary, his carefully built-up and most lucrative commissions, his prospects for a "smashing-good legacy when her majesty deigns to pass away." At four Madam Bowker, angry yet compelled to a certain respect, heard with satisfaction that Craig had come.