"I have lived most of my life in cantonments where women were old and ran mostly to tongue.

I should say that she is beautiful." A short sigh followed this admission.
"Ah!" said Maurice with a loud laugh to cover the sudden pang of jealousy which seized him; "in gratitude for saving her father's throne the daughter will fall in love with you.

It is what the dramatist calls logical sequence." "Why don't you write novels?
Your imagination has no bounds." "Writing novels is too much like work.

But I'm serious.

Your position in the world to-day is nearly equal to hers, and certainly more secure.