C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson

“ I breathed, quite awed at the prospect. "But if he should find out that we 're only lady's-maid and chauffeur?"
"Do you think it would matter to him who we were—a great genius like that? He would n't care if we were beggars, if we had souls and brains and hearts."
"Well, we have got some of those things," I said. "Do let's hurry, and get to the museum before our betters. They can always be counted upon to spend an hour and a half at lunch if there 's a good excuse, such as there 's sure to be in this place, famous for rich Provençal cooking. ”

“ I asked, when we had reluctantly left the museum (which might be invaded by the Philistines at any minute) and were on our way to the famous Church of St. Trophime. That we meant to see first, saving the theatre for sunset.
"Oh," answered the chauffeur evasively, "I wasn't at all sure he 'd remember me. He has so many admirers, and sees so many people." ”

“ So it is to a woman he owes his misfortunes! As Alice said in Wonderland, it grows "mysteriouser and mysteriouser." Also it grows more romantic, when one puts two and two together; and I have always been great at that. ”

“ I hope she 's quite old, and married, and that she makes up her complexion, and everything else which causes men to tire of their first loves sooner or later. Not that it is anything to me, personally; but one owes a little loyalty to one's friends. ”