C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Dark Veil — Chapter 3 (1921)
“ I suppose for Robert it was a different kind of happiness from that which the condescension of his goddess had given him, less dazzling perhaps, more like the warm sweetness of early spring and its flowers, compared with a tropical summer of scented magnolias and daturas. June had been a goddess stepping down from her golden pedestal, and Joyce was a loving, adoring, human girl, ready for all that wifehood might mean. ”
