"We are all selfish--every mother's son of us! Perhaps that's why! Most men's mothers spoil them, and their wives continue the process.

But you will be selfish with a vengeance, if you don't buck up and give that splendid wife of yours a good time now.
She has been through--such a lot.

Ronnie, you will never quite realise--well, _I_ never knew such a woman, excepting, perhaps, Mrs.
Dalmain; and of course she has not your wife's beauty.

I haven't the smallest intention of ever coming under the yoke myself.

But I assure you, old chap, if you had pegged out, as you once or twice seemed likely to do, I should have had a jolly good try as to whether I couldn't chip in, by-and-by." "Confound you!" said Ronnie.