With a graceful swaying movement she passed along the promenade, and even envy praised her.

Her hand lay lightly on the arm of a brown stalwart native of the Indian hills, fierce and savage in attire.

Against his wild picturesqueness and brawny strength, her perfectness of animal beauty, curbed and rendered delicate by her inner coldness, showed in fine contrast; and yet both were matched in the fine natural prowess of form.
With a singular affirmation of what had been, after all, but a sadly-humourous proposal, I had attired myself in a Greek costume--quickly made by my steward, who had been a tailor--and was about to leave my cabin, when Hungerford entered, and exclaimed, as he took his pipe from his mouth in surprise: "Marmion, what does this mean?
Don't you know your duties better?
No officer may appear at these flare-ups in costume other than his uniform.

You're the finest example of suburban innocence and original sin I've seen this last quarter of a century, wherein I've kept the world--and you--from tottering to destruction." He reached for one of my cigars.
Without a word, and annoyed at my own stupidity, I slowly divested myself of the clothes of Greece; while Hungerford smoked on, humming to himself occasionally a few bars of The Buccaneer's Bride, but evidently occupied with something in his mind.

At length he said: "Marmion, I said suburban innocence and original sin, but you've a grip on the law of square and compass too.