"Come along now, my children; we'll take the air in the garden and picture the Frenchman's brig rocking in the harbor." "It is all very good of you," said Fitzgerald, as the trio eyed the yacht from the terrace.
"Nonsense! The thing remains that all these years you ignored us." "I have been, and still am, confoundedly poor.

There is a little; I suppose I could get along in a hut in some country village; but the wandering life has spoiled me for that." "Fake pride," rebuked the girl.
"I suppose it is." "Your father had none.

Long after the smash he'd hunt me up for a week's fishing.

Isn't she a beauty ?" pointing to the yacht.
"She is," the young man agreed, with his admiration leveled at the lovely profile of the girl.
"Let me see," began the admiral; "there will be Mr.and Mrs.Coldfield, first-class sailors, both of them.

What's the name of that singer who is with them ?" "Hildegarde von Mitter." "Of the Royal Opera in Munich ?" asked Fitzgerald.
"Yes.