One would have thought, positively, the way he plumed himself over his handsome daughter, that he alone was responsible for her.

But John, having received his family, straightway set off with his Staff on a tour of inspection, and thereby takes himself out of this history.

I sometimes think that if he had stayed--but there has never been the lightest recrimination between us about it, and I am not going to hint one now.
'Did you read,' asked Dacres, 'what he and the Court poet wrote over the entrance gate to the big mosque at Fattehpur-Sikri?
It's rather nice.
"The world is a looking-glass, wherein the image has come and is gone--take as thine own nothing more than what thou lookest upon."' My daughter's thoughtful gaze was, of course, fixed upon the speaker, and in his own glance I saw a sudden ray of consciousness; but Cecily transferred her eyes to the opposite wall, deeply considering, and while Dacres and I smiled across the table, I saw that she had perceived no reason for blushing.

It was a singularly narrow escape.
'No,' she said, 'I didn't; what a curious proverb for an emperor to make! He couldn't possibly have been able to see all his possessions at once.' 'If you have finished,' Dacres addressed her, 'do let me show you what your plain and immediate duty is to the garden.

The garden waits for you--all the roses expectant--' 'Why, there isn't one!' cried Cecily, pinning on her hat.