Whatsoever a Man Soweth - William Le Queux - Bog

"Then you really don't intend to marry me, Wilfrid?" "The honour of being your husband, Tibbie, I must respectfully decline," I said. "But I'd make you a very quiet, sociable wife, you know. I can ride to hounds, cook, sew clothes for old people, and drive a motor. What higher qualifications do you want?" "Well-love, for instance."