Oh," she mourned, lifting her hands, "that this frightful thing should come to me at my age.

Otho may be married to a cannibal princess, with his sons catching wild goats by the hair like Tennyson and the whistling parrots--" "Madame," said the prince coldly, "forgets what I have been saying of my country." "I do not forget," declared Mrs.Hastings sharply, "but being behind civilization and being ahead of civilization comes to the same thing more than once.

In morals it does." St.George was silent.

Olivia's splendid daring in her passionate decision to go to her father stirred him powerfully; moreover, her words outlined a possible course of his own whose magnitude startled him, and at the same time filled him with a sudden, dazzling hope.
"But where is your island, Prince Tabnit ?" he asked.

"You've naturally no consul there and no cable, since you are not even on the map." "Yaque," said the prince readily, "lies almost due southwest from the Azores." Mr.Frothingham stirred skeptically.
"But such an island," he said pompously, "so rich in material for the archaeologist, the anthropologist, the explorer in all fields of antiquity--ah, it is out of the question, out of the question!" "It is difficult," said the prince patiently, "most difficult for me to make myself intelligible to you--as difficult, if you will forgive me, as if you were to try to explain calculus to one of the street boys outside.