"This is my last breakfast in America for a time--let me have a pleasant memory of it.

Mr.St.
George, I want--oh, I want to tell you how greatly I appreciate--" "Ah, please," urged St.George, and smiled while he protested, "you see, I've been very selfish about the whole matter.

I'm selfish now to be here at all when, I dare say, you've no end of things to do." "No," Olivia disclaimed, "I have not," and thus proved that she was a woman of genius.

For a less complex woman always flutters through the hour of her departure.

Only Juno can step from the clouds without packing a bag and feeding the peacocks and leaving, pinned to an asphodel, a note for Jupiter.
"Then tell me what you are going to do in Yaque," he besought.
"Forgive me--what are you going to do all alone there in that strange land, and such a land ?" He divined that at this she would be very brave and buoyant, and he was lost in anticipative admiration; when she was neither he admired more than ever.
"I don't know," said Olivia gravely, "I only know that I must go.
You see that, do you not--that I must go ?" "Ah, yes," St.George assured her, "I do indeed, believe me.