"If we had been married a thousand years, I should always feel just like this when I see you." "Oh, no, you won't," he answered.

"I hope the very next time we meet you will say, quite in a wife's orthodox tone: 'My dear, I've been waiting twenty minutes.

Not that I mind at all; only I was afraid I must have misunderstood you.'" "You hope?
Oh, I hope we shall never be like that." "Really?
Why, I enjoy the idea.

I shall enjoy saying to total strangers, 'Ah, gentlemen, if my wife were ever on time--' It makes me feel so indissolubly united to you." "I like it best as we are now." "We might try different methods alternate years: one year we could be domestic, and the next, detached, and so on." By this time they had discovered that they were leaning on a mummy-case, and Mathilde drew back with an exclamation.

"Poor thing!" she said.