I've something very serious to say to you." Dr.Oleander did as directed, and took a seat beside the lady.
"Your husband won't happen in, will he, Blanche?
Because he might be jealous, you know, at this close proximity; and your black-a-vised men of unknown antecedents are generally the very dickens when they fall a prey to the green-eyed monster." "Pshaw! are you not my cousin and my medical adviser?
Don't be absurd, Guy.

Mr.Walraven troubles himself very little about me, one way or other.

I might hold a levee of my gentlemen friends here, week in and week out, for all he would know or care." "Ah! post-nuptial bliss.

I thought marriage, in his case, would be a safe antidote for love.

All right, Blanche.