The servant who attends to the chambers has left the house, and I've done nothing but go up and down stairs all day.

It tries my old legs, and we can expect no quiet night." A single candle lighted the little room.

Belotti, who had leaned far back in his chair, opened his clenched hands and slowly began: "I spoke this morning of the Hoogstraten race.

Children of the same parents, it is true, are often very unlike, but in your little country, which speaks its own language and has many things peculiar to itself--you won't deny that--every old family has its special traits.

I know, for I have been in many a noble household in Holland.