In France That Is The One Rule,

If I Had A Girl I Should Say To Her, 'marry For Love If You Can, It Won't Last, But It Is A Very Interesting Experience And Makes A Good Beginning In Life. Later On, When You Marry For Money, For Heaven's Sake Let It Be Big Money. There Are No Other Possible Reasons For Marrying At All.

Twice In Her Life She Had Mistaken Something Else For It; It Was Like Seeing Somebody In The Street Who You Think Is A Friend, You Whistle And Wave And Run After Him, And It Is Not Only Not The Friend, But Not Even Very Like Him. A Few Minutes Later The Real Friend Appears In View, And Then You Can't Imagine How You Ever Mistook That Other Person For Him. Linda Was Now Looking Upon The Authentic Face Of Love, And She Knew It, But It Frightened Her. That It Should Come So Casually, So Much By A Series Of Accidents, Was Frightening.

Life Itself, She Thought, As She Went Upstairs To Dress For Dinner, Was Stranger Than Dreams And Far, Far More Disordered.

Paris In The Early Morning Has A Cheerful, Bustling Aspect, A Promise Of Delicious Things To Come, A Positive Smell Of Coffee And Croissants, Quite Peculiar To Itself. The People Welcome A New Day As If They Were Certain Of Liking It, The Shopkeepers Pull Up Their Blinds Serene In The Expectation Of Good Trade, The Workers Go Happily To Their Work, The People Who Have Sat Up All Night In Night-clubs Go Happily To Their Rest, The Orchestra Of Motor-car Horns, Of Clanking Trams, Of Whistling Policemen Tunes Up For The Daily Symphony, And Everywhere Is Joy.

In France That Is The One Rule, Never Make Trouble.