J. M. Barrie

“ I am so ashamed of the little nursery governess’s duplicity that I stir my coffee violently. He gazes down at her in such rapture that he is in everyone’s way, and then she takes his arm as if it were her property, and off they go together, she doing nine-tenths of the talking, and he with his head in the air like a man who has won the Derby. I dare say she has not a relative in the world, and slaves from morning till midnight, and yet he thinks she is the pick of the universe, while she blushes with pride every time she looks up and he looks down, which is ridiculously often. ”

“ She must die if she could not lay her head on his breast. I must admit that the dunderhead rose to the situation; he hailed a hansom. “Yes, George, and a cigarette.”
The affair is nothing to me. I merely add this to explain why the first envelope doubtless reached the office in a muddy condition. ”