Not yet twenty-one, the only daughter of a wealthy baronet who owned a fleet of stately ships--the _Sirdar_ amongst them--a girl who had been mistress of her father's house since her return from Dresden three years ago--young, beautiful, rich--here was a combination for which men thanked a judicious Heaven, whilst women sniffed enviously.
Business detained Sir Arthur.

A war-cloud over-shadowed the two great divisions of the yellow race.

He must wait to see how matters developed, but he would not expose Iris to the insidious treachery of a Chinese spring.

So, with tears, they separated.

She was confided to the personal charge of Captain Ross.