Of Course She Is A Fool, But

How Very Awkward Places We Do Choose In Which To Propose To One Another!' Remarked Mr. Beaumaris

[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear Sir!” “mine Is Erratic,” He Said Imperturbably. “i Remember Only What Interests Me.

Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

I Don't Know How It Is...but You Seem To Think Me Something Wonderful, And Indeed, I Am Not.

Do You Recall Fred Merriville?” She Stared At Him. “fred Merriville? Pray, What Has He To Say To Anything?” “the Poor Fellow Has Nothing To Say: He’s Dead, Alas!