Would I now sit under Arjamand's cypresses till two o'clock in the morning to see the wonder of her tomb at a particular angle of the moon?
Would I climb one of her tall white ministering minarets to see anything whatever?
I very greatly feared that I would not.

Alas for the aging of sentiment, of interest! Keep your touch with life and your seat in the saddle as long as you will, the world is no new toy at forty.

But Cecily was twenty-one, Cecily who sat stolidly finishing her lunch while Dacres Tottenham talked about Akbar and his philosophy.

'The sort of man,' he said, 'that Carlyle might have smoked a pipe with.' 'But surely,' said Cecily reflectively, 'tobacco was not discovered in England then.

Akbar came to the throne in 1526.' 'Nor Carlyle either for that matter,' I hastened to observe.
'Nevertheless, I think Mr.Tottenham's proposition must stand.' 'Thanks, Mrs.Farnham,' said Dacres.