Her eyes opened wide in exquisite wonder when I told her what I thought of her performance, and she seemed quite unconscious of her power.

I think we were both rather nervous.

The old Jew stood grinning at the doorway of the dusty greenroom, making elaborate speeches about us both, while we stood looking at each other like children.

He would insist on calling me 'My Lord,' so I had to assure Sibyl that I was not anything of the kind.

She said quite simply to me, 'You look more like a prince.