And I know him, zat man! When he is tired of you--whiff, away you go, a puff of smoke! And you zat I should make a Queen of Opera! A Queen?
You shall have more rule zan twenty Queens--forty! See" (Mr.Pericles made his hand go like an aspen-leaf from his uplifted wrist); "So you shall set ze hearts of sossands! To dream of you, to adore you! and flowers, flowers everywhere, on your head, at your feet.

You choose your lofer from ze world.

A husband, if it is your taste.

Bose, if you please.

Zen, I say, you shall, you shall lofe a man.