"But between ourselves, if I'd known that he was going to stay all that time at the South Pole--" "That's true," broke in Marie.

"To go away for three years and stay away seven--at the end of the world." "All Germaine's beautiful youth," said Jeanne, with her malicious smile.
"Thanks!" said Germaine tartly.
"Well, you ARE twenty-three.

It's the flower of one's age," said Jeanne.
"Not quite twenty-three," said Germaine hastily.

"And look at the wretched luck I've had.

The Duke falls ill and is treated at Montevideo.