Begging your pardon, sir." St.George nodded.
"You don't see Jezebel down there in the trees," he pressed him, "or Elissa setting off to found Carthage?
Chaldea and Egypt all calm ?" he anxiously put it.
Rollo stirred uneasily.
"There's a couple o' blue-tailed birds scrappin' in a palm tree, sir," he submitted hopefully.
"Ah," said St.George, "yes.

There would be.

Now, if you like," he gave his servant permission, "you may go to the festivals or the funeral games or wherever you choose to-day.

Or perhaps," he remembered with solicitude, "you would prefer to be present at the wedding-of-the-land-water-with-the-sea-water, providing, as I suspect, Tyre is handy ?" "Thank you, sir," said Rollo doubtfully.
"Mind you put your money on the crack disc-thrower, though," warned St.George, "and you might put up a couple of darics for me." "No," languidly begged Amory, "pray no.

You are getting your periods mixed something horrid." "A person's recreation is as good for him as his food, sir," proclaimed Rollo, sententious, anxious to agree.
"Food," said Amory languidly, "this isn't food--it's molten history, that's what it is.