Most romantic history!' 'She's in love with that, I suppose.' 'Now you direct my attention to him,' said Fenellan, 'the writing of the romantic history has made the texture look a trifle thready.

You have a terrible eye.' It was thrown to where the person stood who had first within a few minutes helped her to form critical estimates of men, more consciously to read them.
'Your brother stays in England ?' 'The fear is, that he's off again.' 'Annoying for you.

If I had a brother, I would not let him go.' 'How would you detain him ?' 'Locks and bolts, clock wrong, hands and arms, kneeling--the fourth act of the Huguenots!' 'He went by way of the window, I think.

But that was a lover.' 'Oh! well!' she flushed.

She did not hear the 'neglected and astonished colonel speak, and she sought diversion in saying to Fenellan: 'So many people of distinction are assembled here to-day! Tell me, who is that pompous gentleman, who holds his arms up doubled, as he walks ?' 'Like flappers of a penguin: and advances in jerks: he is head of the great Firm of Quatley Brothers: Sir Abraham: finances or farms one of the South American Republics: we call him, Pride of Port.