Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

But It Is Only In Epic Tragedies That Gloom Is Unrelieved. In Real Life Tragedy And Comedy Are So Intermingled That When One Is Most Wretched Ridiculous Things Happen To Make One Laugh In Spite Of Oneself.

She Stretched Out Her Hand, Saying, “vernon! My Dear, What A Delightful Surprise!” “what’s Surprising About It?” He Enquired, Lifting His Black Brows. “didn’t You Ask Me To Come?” The Smile Remained Pinned To Lady Buxted’s Lips, But She Replied With More Than A Touch Of Acidity: “to Be Sure I Did, But So Many Days Ago That I Supposed You Had Gone Out Of Town!” “oh, No!” He Said, Returning Her Smile With One Of Great Sweetness.

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

Your Fate Is Writ Clear;you Will Be Murdered. I Cannot Conceive How It Comes About That You Were Not Murdered Long Since! How Odd!charles Himself Once Said That To Me, Or Something Like It! There Is Nothing Odd In It; Any Sensible Man Must Say It!

The More Enchanted The Idyll, Greater Must Be The Pain Of Its Ending.