Married Life / The True Romance

And if a girl can't have pretty things in her trousseau, when can she have them?"

"You could afford to marry, Desmond."
"What's the standard?"
"Being able to keep servants," said Osborn harshly. "You marry the girl you love, a pretty girl you're proud to take about, and she can't come out to dine with you; she can't move from home; babies, they cry all night, burn 'em!

"You could afford to marry, Desmond."
"What's the standard?"
"Being able to keep servants," said Osborn harshly. "You marry the girl you love, a pretty girl you're proud to take about, and she can't come out to dine with you; she can't move from home; babies, they cry all night, burn 'em! And she gets ready to hate you. It's hell!"

You could afford to marry, Desmond."
"What's the standard?"
"Being able to keep servants," said Osborn harshly. "You marry the girl you love, a pretty girl you're proud to take about, and she can't come out to dine with you; she can't move from home; babies, they cry all night, burn 'em! And she gets ready to hate you. It's hell!"

IN ADMIRATION TO A COMPLETELY SUCCESSFUL HUSBAND

Upon the kitchen table was a furnished tea-tray, the one woman knowing by instinct what the other woman would first require after her day's journey.

The cream walls with black and white etchings—more wedding presents—upon them, and the strip of plain rose felt along the floor,

"Doesn't it seem extraordinary to be breakfasting together like this?"