We've spread out, my dear." "You are frivolous once more, Agnes." "Genevra," said Lady Agnes solemnly, "if you'd been on a barren island for five months as I have, with nothing to look at but your husband and the sunsets, you would not be so hard on me.

I wouldn't take Drusilla's husband away from her for the world; I wouldn't even look at him if he were not on the barren island, too.

I've read novels in which a man and woman have been wrecked on a desert island and lived there for months, even years, in an atmosphere of righteousness.

My dear, those novelists are ninnies.

Nobody could be so good as all that without getting wings.
And if they got wings they'd soon fly away from each other.