"Your way of life here seems so perfect! No hurry nor worry—nothing to make wrinkles."
"You like this smooth Indian living, then?"
"Like it! I hope you won't think me wholly given over to love of things that perish in the using, but if I could live this sort of life with the one I liked best, heaven would be a superfluity."
"It is heaven indeed when I think of the purgatory from which we came into it," said Mr. Rayne, throwing away his cigar and carrying off my coffee-cup.
"Do you know anything of Mrs. Rayne's history before her marriage?" I said to Frank as I joined him in his walk.
"Nothing to speak of—only she was a widow."
"Oh!" said I, feeling that a spot or two had suddenly appeared on the face of the sun.
"That's nothing against her, is it?"
"No, but I have no patience with second marriages."
"Nor first ones, either," said Frank wickedly.