"If you don't," I added, grimly, "I'll take you out and give you to a policeman." The effect was magical.

She turned on me a scared look, gasped, pulled down her veil, which she had raised so as to dab her eyes with her pocket-handkerchief, and incontinently checked the fountain of her tears.
"A policeman ?" "Yes," said I, "a great, big, ugly blue policeman, who shuts up people who misbehave themselves in prison, and takes off their clothes, and shaves their heads, and feeds them on bread and water." "I won't cry any more," she said, swallowing a sob.

"Is it also wicked to cry ?" "Any of these ladies here would sooner be burned alive with dyspepsia or cut in two with tight-lacing," I replied severely.

"Let us sit down." We stepped over the low iron rail, and passing through the first two rows of people, found seats behind where the crowd was thinner.
"Is Seer Marcous still angry with me ?" asked Carlotta, and the simple plaintiveness of her voice would have melted the bust of Nero.

I lectured her on cruelty to animals.