Sublime

Oh C. – if he had only liked my looks – if his tastes had not been so devoutly fixed on Veronica, who in her dreadful prettiness might have been his sister! Still I recall the words of the English queen: that she might well blush to show her face, but of her mind she would never be ashamed – What have I told you of the man I love? You have seen his

“Despite his flaws, one has to admit that he is a whale-sized catch.” “I’ll be thrilled when someone harpoons him,” Lillian muttered, making the other two laugh.

“I’m not posing. My dress is caught in the settee. And I would be much obliged if you would help me out of it!” “The dress or the settee?” the stranger asked, sounding interested.

Perhaps the most thoroughly brilliant and typical man of this decade is Mr. Bernard Shaw.

Rupert Grant was a clever young fellow, but he had that tendency which youth and cleverness, when sharply combined, so often produce, a somewhat extravagant scepticism.