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Indeed, the relationship between these two was more a true marriage than one generally meets with. No pair of love-birds could have been more snug together. In their virtues and failings alike they fitted each other. When sober the immorality of their behaviour never troubled them; in fact, when sober nothing ever troubled them. They laughed, joked, played through life, two happy children.

Chairs dressed in pallid chintz, holding out their skirts with an air of anxiety. Stuffed love-birds on a branch under a tall glass shade. On the chimney-piece sand-white pampas grass in clear blood-red vases, and a white marble clock supporting a gilt Cupid astride over a gilt ball. Above the Cupid, in an oval frame, the tinted crayon portrait of a young girl.

"Then," said Kenelm, with a heavy sigh and a face as long as an undertaker's, "though I myself entertain a profound compassion for that disturbance to our mental equilibrium which goes by the name of 'love, and I am the last person who ought to add to the cares and sorrows which marriage entails upon its victims, I say nothing of the woes destined to those whom marriage usually adds to a population already overcrowded, I fear that I must be the means of bringing these two love-birds into the same cage.

I knew that, in spite of the high pressure we had lived under during the past summer, Darrie was trying hard to be just, to be friend to all of us.... She laughed at the disorder of the place ... dishes unwashed ... food scattered about on the table.... "What a pair of love-birds you two are." "And has Penton accepted the situation?"

'I think you were making out a list of the Galway spinsters, said Alice, who could not help feeling a little amused, though she was sorry for Mrs. Gould. 'So we were, cried May; 'we were speaking of the Brennans. Do you know their friends the Duffys? There are five of them. That's a nice little covey of love-birds; I don't think they would fly away if they saw a sportsman coming into the field.

With an effort he tried to pick up the thread of our conversation: "What did you say? Oh, the Stanleighs ... yes, yes, of course." He slowly nodded his head and fell silent. "I was about to say ..." He broke off again and seemed to ruminate profoundly.... "Love-birds " I caught the word feebly from his lips, spoken as if in a daze. The glass hung dripping in his relaxed grasp.