My wife played me a beastly trick, dying like that.

I say marriage is a blooming nuisance." "Marriage, my boy, is the convalescence from a love affair.

One wants to get out the worst way but has to stay in till he's jolly well cured.

For my part, I'm never going back to England." "Nor I.It would be just like me, Jackie, to 'ave a relapse and never get out again." The old friends, with tear-dimmed eyes, shook hands and vowed that nothing short of death should part them during the remainder of their journey through life.

That night they took an inventory.