“Our Miss Johnson used to find life very unsatisfactory, I remember,” Miss Allan continued. She turned her back to the light. “And then she took to breeding guinea–pigs for their spots, and became absorbed in that. I have just heard that the yellow guinea–pig has had a black baby. We had a bet of sixpence on about it. She will be very triumphant.”

"Oh, how absurd you are! It is not beauty that endears, it`s love that makes us see beauty. It is only Malvinas and women of that kind who are loved for their beauty. But do I love my wife? I don`t love her, but... I don`t know how to put it. Without you, or when something comes between us like this, I seem lost and can`t do anything. Now do I love my finger? I don`t love it, but just try to cut it off!