C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson, The Dark Veil — Chapter 5 (1921)
“ I simply hated poor dear Smith! He ought to have nosed out something against the woman! What are detectives for?“You've been an angel to fight for my happiness,” Joyce said. “I adore you for it. And so does Robert, I know, though he mustn't put such feelings into words, or even have feelings, if he can help it. There's nothing more to fight about now. The best thing I can pray for is that Robert may forget our dream, and that he may be happy in this other dream of June.” ”
