I leave love and such-like trash to those like yourself and Hope, who have nothing else to think about." "But a marriage without love--" "Pooh! pooh! pooh! Don't argue with me, Random.

Love is all moonshine.
I did not love my first wife--Lucy's mother--and yet we were very happy.
Had I made Mrs.Jasher my second, we should have got on excellently, provided the money was forthcoming for my Egyptian expedition.

What am I to do now, I ask you, Random?
Even the thousand pounds you pay for the mummy goes back to that infernal Hope because of Lucy's silly ideas.
I have nothing--absolutely nothing, and that tomb is amongst those Ethiopian hills, I swear, waiting to be opened.

Oh, what a chance I have missed!--what a chance! But I shall see Mrs.Jasher myself.

She knows about this murder." "She declares that she does not." "Don't tell me! don't tell me!" vociferated the Professor.