“These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.”

“He looked on people, and he neither liked nor disliked them. He looked on life and was neither heartened nor saddened.”

“It had begun to dawn on him that this same sweet pretty little head was a “good head for figures.” In fact, a much better one than his own and the knowledge was disquieting. He was thunderstruck to discover that she could swiftly add a long column of figures in her head when he needed a pencil and paper for more than three figures. And fractions presented no difficulties to her at all. He felt there was something unbecoming about a woman understanding fractions and business matters and he believed that, should a woman be so unfortunate as to have such unladylike comprehension, she should pretend not to. Now he disliked talking business with her as much as he had enjoyed it before they were married. Then he had thought it all beyond her mental grasp and it had been pleasant to explain things to her. Now he saw that she understood entirely too well and he felt the usual masculine indignation at the duplicity of women. Added to it was the usual masculine disillusionment in discovering that a woman has a brain.”

“Sir,"she said,"you are no gentleman!"An apt observation,"he answered airily."And, you, Miss, are no lady.”

“How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them!”

“After all, tomorrow is another day!”

“I wonder if they know they are fighting for a cause that was lost the minute the first shot as fired.”