Melvin G. Winstock

“ Connors, "that New York was getting very dull and commonplace; that men were beginning, actually, to fall in love with their own wives."
"Don't men always love and respect their wives?" asked Marie.
"Your arcadian simplicity is really refreshing," laughed Olivia.
"Pray, wise one," said Mr. Salmon, "don't endow her with your superior wisdom. I prefer my daughter as she is."
"That's the one great mistake made in our land today, in the rearing of children. They are allowed to grow up in utter ignorance of the things which, if they knew, would save them untold misery." ”

“ She is a great artist, but no creature for wife to any man."
"They love each other," said Marie, indignantly. "I don't see why they should not marry."
"Of course," replied the father, "a young girl always looks into the romance of the case. My experience in marriage settlements, and in the divorce courts, teaches me that a marriage of this kind never turns out well. ”

“ As far as this marriage is concerned, she is her own mistress. She can marry whomsoever she fancies. There are many men in New York today, who would sell their souls for her."
"Are you one of them?" said Olivia.
"I decline to answer so leading a question," said Mr. Connors, but not ungraciously.
"I received my summons so hastily," said Olivia, "that I am entirely ignorant of particulars. Where will the ceremony take place, and who will tie the knot?"
"Dr. Nugent," answered Marie, "and at the church around the corner." ”