Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.

“Women have no appreciation of good looks—at least, good women have not.”

“I made your sorrow mine also, that you might have help in bearing it.”

“كل منا يدمر الأشياء التي يحبهامن خلال هذا العالم الحديثفنضع المال والعمل في الم…”

“I don't see anybody here to-night whom one could possibly call a serious purpos…”