"After running through my letters, I will step down to the Orange Room and join you.

I entrust her to you, General-- the more confidently because you cannot take her far." He laughed and followed Narcissus through the porch.

Dorothea saw the old General wince.

She slipped an arm through Mercury's bridle-rein and picked up her skirt; the other arm she laid in her companion's.
"You have not seen the Orange Room, Miss Dorothea ?" "Not since the decorations began." She paused and uttered the thought uppermost in her mind.

"You must forgive my brother; I am sorry he spoke as he did just now." "Then he is more than forgiven." "He did not consider." "Dear Mademoiselle, your brother is an excellent fellow, and not a bit more popular than he deserves to be.