I am making up my face for a visit of the Sultan; and I am apologizing to the audience for using cosmetics.

The original French is improper; so I will give you the English version, by the celebrated Robinson, the cleverest adapter of the day: 'Poor odalisques in captive thrall Must never let their charms pall: If they get the sack They ne'er come back; For the Bosphorus is the boss for all In this harem, harem, harem, harem, harum scarum place.' Intellectual, isnt it ?" Susanna, whilst singing, executed a fantastic slow dance, stopping at certain points to clink a pair of little cymbals attached to her ankles, and to look for a moment archly at the clergyman.
"No," he said, hurt and offended into a sincerity of manner which compelled them to respect him for the first time, "I will not stay; and I am very sorry I came." And he left the room, his cheeks tingling.
Marmaduke followed him to the gate.

"Come and look us up soon again, old fellow," he said.
"Marmaduke," said the clergyman: "you are travelling as fast as you can along the road to Hell." As he hurried away, Marmaduke leaned against the gate and made the villas opposite echo his laughter.
"On my soul, it's a shame," said he, when he returned to the house.
"Poor old George!" "He found no worse than he had made up his mind to find," said Susanna.
"What right has he to come into my house and take it for granted, to my face, that I am a disgrace to his sister?
One would think I was a common woman from the streets." "Pshaw! What does he know?
He is only a molly-coddling parson, poor fellow.

He will give them a rare account of you when he goes back." "Let him," said Susanna.

"He can tell them how little I care for their opinion, anyhow." The Rev.George took the next train to the City, and went to the offices of the Electro-Motor Company, where he found his father.