She was full of affection for this kindly parent.
"But there are those of us who must not accept day-dreams as realities; for then there will be heartaches and futile longings." "You are warning me.

About what, father ?" There was a little stab in her heart.
"Herr Carmichael is a fine fellow, brave, witty, shrewd.

If all Americans are like him, America will soon become a force in the world.
I have taken a fancy to him; and you know what they say of your father--no formality with those whom he likes.

Humanly, I am right; but in the virtue of everyday events in court life, I am wrong." She moved uneasily.
He went on: "Herbeck has spoken of it, the older women speak of it; and they all say--" "Say!" she cried hotly, leaping to her feet.

"What do I care what they say?
Are you not the grand duke, and am I not your daughter ?" In his turn the duke felt the stab.
"You must ride no more with Herr Carmichael.