After a moment Marie turned to Billy again.
"I'm so glad he wants--just puddings and stockings," she began a little breathlessly.

"You see, for so long I supposed he _wouldn't_ want anything but a very brilliant, talented wife who could play and sing beautifully; a wife he'd be proud of--like you." "Me?
Nonsense!" laughed Billy.

"Cyril never wanted me, and I never wanted him--only once for a few minutes, so to speak, when I thought, I did.

In spite of our music, we aren't a mite congenial.

I like people around; he doesn't.