The Englishman and his cold-pulsed blonde mate at home are well-learned lessons.

The Continent, yes, even Russia, I know, too," she gayly chattered; "but the Orient is as yet a sealed book to me, and I would be helpless in Father India, without the womanly gear appropriate to the social habits of your countrywomen." "You have lived in England ?" briefly demanded Alan Hawke, in some surprise at her frank admissions.
"Yes, too long!" sternly answered Madame Louison, who was enjoying a cigarette, as she signed to the maid to leave them alone.

"I detest the foggy climate," she added, a little late to temper the bitterness of the remark.
"I will lull this watchful feminine tiger," the Major secretly decided, as he began a brilliant sketch of the social life of the strange land of Brahma, Vishnu, and Siva.

"I presume, of course, that you do not care to appear with a fifty-pound Marshall & Snell grove outfit, as if you were the wife of an Ensign in a marching regiment.

I will give you the real life our women lead out there.