Arrowsmith

R. A. Hopburn, the eminent patent-lawyer, as he drove away from the Arrowsmith-Lanyon mansion grunted at his wife:

"I don't mind a host throwing the port at you, if he thinks you're a chump, but I do mind his being bored at your daring to express any opinion whatever. Didn't he look silly, out in his idiotic laboratory!. How the deuce do you suppose Joyce ever came to marry him?"