"You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for the gaoler, George," Charlotte remarked, her eyes twinkling behind her spectacles.
Charlotte laughed, pulling him toward the carriage. "Only five thousand, George? You’re getting soft in your old age." Getting Married by George Bernard Shaw
"Here I am," he sighed. "A victim of my own exhaustion. I have worked myself into a state of physical collapse, and you, Charlotte, are the only person with the efficiency to see that I am properly buried or properly fed. Since I am not yet ready for the former, I suppose we must proceed with the latter via this legal ritual." "You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for