"I forgot that you could not be a Republican.

Well, play me a fine Royalist air." "Are you so indifferent ?" asked the dancing master, not without a faded scorn.

"Royalist or Republican--either air ?" "Indifferent ?" repeated Rand.

"I don't know that I am indifferent.
Open-minded, perhaps,--though I don't know that that is calling it rightly.

The airs the angels sing, and the thundering march of the damned through hell--why should I not listen to them both?
I don't believe in hell, nor much in angels, save one, but I like the argument.
Mr.Pincornet, I don't want to sleep.