Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women of the very highest birth who have, of their own free choice, remained thirty-five for years.
The man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world.
The lowest and vilest alleys of London do not present a more dreadful record of sin than does the smiling and beautiful countryside.
You see in the streets of London, great and little boys running about in long blue coats, which, like robes, reach quite down to the feet, and little white bands, such as the clergy wear.