I am old and a cynic.

Nobody cares a rush for me; and on the whole, after the present interview, I scarce know anybody that I like better than yourself.

You see, I have changed my mind, and have the uncommon virtue to avow the change.

I tear up this stuff before you, here in your own garden; I ask your pardon, I ask the pardon of the Princess; and I give you my word of honour as a gentleman and an old man, that when my book of travels shall appear it shall not contain so much as the name of Grunewald.

And yet it was a racy chapter! But had your Highness only read about the other courts! I am a carrion crow; but it is not my fault, after all, that the world is such a nauseous kennel.' 'Sir,' said Otto, 'is the eye not jaundiced ?' 'Nay,' cried the traveller, 'very likely.