You seem to forget that I am married, and the one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

I never know where my wife is, and my wife never knows what I am doing.
When we meet--we do meet occasionally, when we dine out together, or go down to the Duke's--we tell each other the most absurd stories with the most serious faces.

My wife is very good at it--much better, in fact, than I am.

She never gets confused over her dates, and I always do.
But when she does find me out, she makes no row at all.

I sometimes wish she would; but she merely laughs at me." "I hate the way you talk about your married life, Harry," said Basil Hallward, strolling towards the door that led into the garden.