No man but General Willoughby has ever exchanged a word with her.

The dear old boy--his memory does not go back beyond his last B.
and S .-- he can't even sketch her beauty in words.

And she is as hazy, even to the Madam-General--our secret commanding officer.

There is a continuous affront to society in this old monomaniac's treatment of that girl." "You would like to storm the Castle Perilous, and awaken the Sleeping Beauty ?" archly said Hawke, as they rolled along under a huge alley of banyan trees.
"Not at all," gravely said Hardwicke.

"She is only a girl, like other girls, I presume; but, this old fool is only fit for the old days, when the kings of Oude flew kites and hunted with the cheetah; or, half drunken, dozed, lolling away their lives in these marble-screened zenanas, with the automatic beauties of the seraglio.