At Carthagena you will have all the luxuries of Carthage.

I do not say that your villa shall be equal to this; but as you will have me it should be a thousand times dearer to you." "Your conceit is superb, Adherbal," Thyra laughed.

"You get worse and worse.

Had I ever dreamed of it I should never have consented so submissively when my father ordered me to regard you as my future husband." "You ought to think yourself a fortunate girl, Thyra," Adherbal said, smiling; "for your father might have taken it into his head to have done as Hamilcar Barca did, and married his daughters to Massilian and Numidian princes, to become queens of bands of nomad savages." "Well, they were queens, that was something, even if only of nomads." "I don't think that it would have suited you, Thyra--a seat on horseback for a throne, and a rough tent for a palace, would not be in your way at all.

I think a snug villa on the slopes of the bay of Carthagena, will suit you better, not to mention the fact that I shall make an infinitely more pleasant and agreeable master than a Numidian chief would do." "You are intolerable, Adherbal, with your conceit and your mastership.
However, I suppose when the time comes I shall have to obey my father.
What a pity it is we girls cannot choose our husbands for ourselves! Perhaps the time may come when we shall do so." "Well, in your case, Thyra," Adherbal said, "it would make no difference, because you know you would have chosen me anyhow; but most girls would make a nice business of it.