No one else of my acquaintance has quite your feeling for romance.

I always liked that one about the square-jawed American engineer who won the Crown Princess of Piffle from her father in a poker game, but decided at the last minute to bestow her upon his old college friend, the Russian heir-apparent, just to preserve the peace of Europe.

I remember I found you crying over the great renunciation one day." "Oh, I've passed that all up, Colonel.

I'm strong for the pale high-brow business now.

I'm doing time in all the night classes at Elizabeth House where I board, and you'll hardly know your little Rose pretty soon." "Fitting yourself for one of the learned professions ?" "Scarcely.