Aloud, he said: "She has a will of her own, I take it; however, of a quiet, resolute order." "So long as she is not capricious, and does not interfere with my work--" "Or peace of mind!" interrupted Fitzgerald, with prophetic suddenness, which was modified by laughter.
"No, my friend; no woman has ever yet stirred my heart, though many have temporarily captured my senses.

A man in my position has no right to love," with a dignity which surprised his auditor.
Fitzgerald looked down at the wheels.

There was something even more than dignity, an indefinable something, a superiority which Fitzgerald's present attitude of mind could not approach.
"This man," he mused, "will afford some interesting study.

One would think that nothing less than a grand duke was riding in this rattling old carryall." There was silence for a time.

"I must warn you, Breitmann, that, in all probability, you will have your meals at the table with the admiral and his daughter; at least, in this house." "At the same table?
It would hardly be so in Europe.