But it is a toy, an ornament; it stands over there in the corner from day to day, and my servants clean it from rust as they will.

Now you, sir, I suppose--" "My horse and my sword, Count," said Wogan, "when the pinch comes, they are one's only servants.

It would be an ill business if I did not see to their wants." The old man was silent for a while.

Then he said timidly, "It was for a woman, no doubt, that you ran this hazard to-night ?" "For a woman, yes." The Count folded his hands and leaned forward.
"Sir, a woman is a strange inexplicable thing to me.

Their words, their looks, their graceful, delicate shapes, the motives which persuade them, the thoughts which their eyes conceal,--all these qualities make them beings of another world to me.