"'Nothing is wiser than the modern woman's desire to see life with her
own eyes, not only with those of a husband.'" I sighed.
"If I were Bill," said Peter, "I'd burn that book."
"'Nothing,'" I continued, "'is more true than that souls which are
parted by a lack of perfect frankness never belonged to one another.'"
"Look here," said Peter, and got up; "I think you've lost your mind,
Clara--you and Roger Waite both. Look at him mooning over there. I'd
like to turn the garden hose on him."