The thoroughness of his social training prevented any further display of affection.
"Thank Heaven!" he murmured.
They were essentially of the nineteenth century--these two.

At a previous dance he had asked her to marry him; she had deferred her answer, and now she had given it.

These little matters are all a question of taste.

We do not kneel nowadays, either physically or morally.

If we are a trifle off hand, it is the women who are to blame.
They should not write in magazines of a doubtful reputation in language devoid of the benefit of the doubt.