H. de Vere Stacpoole and Margaret Stacpoole

“ The shock of the poaching business had left him untouched, unshaken, but Cerise, in some strange way, was his center of gravity, his compass, and sometimes his rudder. He loved Cerise; the other girls were phantoms. ”

“ He was an older and a wiser Simon when these things had finished with him—a Simon in search of a wife. Oppenshaw insisted on his marrying just as he had insisted on lithia water.
“You will be lost without a wife,” said Oppenshaw. And what better wife could he have had than Madame Rossignol? Or Bobby than Cerise?
Bobby told me this little story. He is not hunting for plots now. He does not want it. He has gone into business. Tea. ”