There's always jolly music, pretty dresses, pretty girls--you don't mind my saying so, dear, do you ?' 'No, indeed.

I think so myself.' 'Of course, the first row of the chorus is not what it was when I was a bachelor,' continued Bruce, frowning thoughtfully.

'Either they're not so good-looking, or I don't admire them so much, or they don't admire _me_ as much, or they're a different class, or--or--something!' he laughed.
'You're pleased to be facetious,' remarked Edith.
'My dear girl, you know perfectly well I think there's no-one else in the world like you.

Wherever I go I always say there's no-one to touch my wife.

No-one!' Edith got up.