H. Hesketh-Prichard, A Modern Mercenary
“ A woman laughed, a light, provoking laugh, Rallywood, who was still held by the crush against the door, knew it well, but he breathed freely, for it was not the laugh he had feared to hear.'Nevertheless, Baron, I like scruples; they are always respectable, and therefore of use—sometimes,' the lady answered in a high, sweet tone.'Your husband, my Lord Sagan, has not found them indispensable in his career.''But he is not a woman!' with a sigh.'A beautiful woman can dispense with everything except—her beauty! That makes fools of us all! ”
