She'd be happier in the subaltern's hut in the plains of India than in a palace.

If Grumper didn't like it, he must lump it.
Her happiness was more important than Grumper's pleasure.
"Yes," acquiesced Lucille, "but tell him on Monday morning when you go.

Let's have this all to ourselves, darling, just for a few hours.

I believe he'll be jolly glad.

Dear old bear, isn't he--really." In the middle of the avenue Lucille stopped.
"Dammy, my son," quoth she, "tell me the absolute, bare, bald truth.
Much depends upon it and it'll spoil everything if you aren't perfectly, painfully honest." "Right-O," responded Dam.