Arthur Conan Doyle,
A Duet, with an Occasional Chorus…
(1899)
“ Do not be too free with your reminiscences, you young husband. There are things which can be forgiven, but never, never, can they be forgotten. That highest thing on earth, the heart of a loving woman, is too tender, too sacred, to be bruised by a wanton confidence. You are hers. She is yours. The future lies with both of you. It is wiser to leave the past alone. The couples who boast that they have never had a secret are sometimes happy because the boast is sometimes untrue.‘You won’t be late to-day, Frank,’ said Maude at last, peeping round the tall coffee-pot. ”
