CHAPTER IX.
THE LADY OF KINGDOMS So there were St.George and Amory presently domiciled in a prince's palace such as Asia and Europe have forgotten, as by and by they will forget the Taj Mahal and the Bon Marche.

And at nine o'clock the next morning in a certain Tyrian purple room in the west wing of the Palace of the Litany the two sat breakfasting.
"One always breakfasts," observed St.George.

"The first day that the first men spend on Mars I wonder whether the first thing they do will be to breakfast." "Poor old Mars has got to step down now," said Amory.

"We are one farther on.

I don't know how it will be, but if I felt on Mars the way I do now, I should assent to breakfast.