Guy Boothby,
His Better Half
(1895)
“ Guilfoy was a clever woman. I withdraw that statement and say that she was the cleverest woman that breathed. Another wife would have shrieked and fainted on being welcomed by such a scallywag of a husband as Tom Guilfoy looked at that moment, but she did neither; she was far too wise. ”
Guy Boothby,
His Better Half
(1895)
“ To-day there is not a more popular barrister in Melbourne than Thomas Wyndham Guilfoy, and as for his wife—well, I'm not going to say what I think of her. The English language does not allow a man sufficient words to do her justice. Locked up in an old-fashioned writing-desk (Mrs. Guilfoy's private property) is a small bundle consisting of twelve letters tied up with black silk. They represent six months of her married life. To Tom Guilfoy they are a sealed book; he never likes to think of when he wrote them. ”
Guy Boothby,
His Better Half
(1895)
“ Guilfoy lit a cigar and looked the brief over with the air of a man capable of mastering its difficulties at once. Reading it a second time he confessed that it certainly was involved, so he finished that cigar, lit another, and read it again. This time the point grew still more obscure, and he began to have a hazy idea that he was not quite so clever as he thought himself. Putting the papers in his bag he took them home, but after dinner made some lame excuse and went to the club. His wife saw through it, but held her peace. ”
