"That's because you don't understand me as well as I do you."
"What sort of wife do you think that you'll make Tom?"
"Oh, he'll be content."
"Poor devil!"
"I'm not so sure; it's a good thing to be content. Each time I put my arms about his neck he'll forgive me everything."
"So far as I gather, the difference between me as a husband and you as a wife consists in this: that while I'm going to be found out, you're not. I don't see why you should be so sure of the immunity you refuse to me."
"I admit that in this world one never can be sure of anything. I quite credit you with as much capacity to throw dust in a woman's eyes as I have to throw dust in a man's. Still, there is a difference between us of which I'm conscious, though just now I'm too lazy to attempt an exact definition. I really can't see why you object to Stella; she'll make you a good wife."
"Hang your good wives!"
"My child! Do you want a bad one? You should have no difficulty in being suited."
"Is a sinner likely to be happy if mated to a saint?"