Well, do you imagine this busy brain of mine hasn't been thinking a few things about you?
Why, Margaret, you need me even more than I need you, though I need you more than I'd dare try to tell you.
You need just such a man as me to give you direction and purpose--REAL backbone.

Primping and preening in carriages and parlors--THAT isn't life.

It's the frosting on the cake.

Now, you and I, we're going to have the cake itself.

Maybe with, maybe without the frosting.