The most varied and attractive lists of wines are offered me, but I brush them aside.

No cork has ever been drawn at my command!" "The movement of drawing a cork calls into play a very pretty set of muscles," said Roderick.

"I think I will make a figure in that position." "A Bacchus, realistically treated! My dear young friend, never trifle with your lofty mission.

Spotless marble should represent virtue, not vice!" And Mr.Leavenworth placidly waved his hand, as if to exorcise the spirit of levity, while his glance journeyed with leisurely benignity to another object--a marble replica of the bust of Miss Light.
"An ideal head, I presume," he went on; "a fanciful representation of one of the pagan goddesses--a Diana, a Flora, a naiad or dryad?
I often regret that our American artists should not boldly cast off that extinct nomenclature." "She is neither a naiad nor a dryad," said Roderick, "and her name is as good as yours or mine." "You call her"-- Mr.Leavenworth blandly inquired.
"Miss Light," Rowland interposed, in charity.
"Ah, our great American beauty! Not a pagan goddess--an American, Christian lady! Yes, I have had the pleasure of conversing with Miss Light.

Her conversational powers are not remarkable, but her beauty is of a high order.