She has no attendant horseman.' 'They were dismissed at my injunction ten miles off particularly to the benefit of the cavaliering horde, it would appear.

In the case of a woman, Chloe, one blink of the eyelids is an omission of watchfulness.' 'That is an axiom fit for the harem of the Grand Signior.' 'The Grand Signior might give us profitable lessons for dealing with the sex.' 'Distrust us, and it is a declaration of war!' 'Trust you, and the stopper is out of the smelling-bottle.' 'Mr.Beamish, we are women, but we have souls.' 'The pip in the apple whose ruddy cheek allures little Tommy to rob the orchard is as good a preservative.' 'You admit that men are our enemies ?' 'I maintain that they carry the banner of virtue.' 'Oh, Mr.Beamish, I shall expire.' 'I forbid it in my lifetime, Chloe, for I wish to die believing in one woman.' 'No flattery for me at the expense of my sisters!' 'Then fly to a hermitage; for all flattery is at somebody's expense, child.

'Tis an essence-extract of humanity! To live on it, in the fashion of some people, is bad--it is downright cannibal.

But we may sprinkle our handkerchiefs with it, and we should, if we would caress our noses with an air.

Society, my Chloe, is a recommencement upon an upper level of the savage system; we must have our sacrifices.