I ought not to know anything about the pleasures of idleness till the day comes when I can afford to." "Perhaps you are right," she admitted.

What an agreeable voice he had! Perhaps neither of them was a rogue; only a wild pair of Englishmen embarked on a dangerous frolic.

"Don't forget to give Lord Monckton his monocle." "I shan't." Kitty departed, smiling.

Her thought was: he had kissed her and hadn't wanted to! (Ah, but he had; and not till long hours after did he realize that there had been as much Thomas as Machiavelli in that futile inspiration!) Report 47, on the difference between the shipments to Europe and America.

Very dry, very dull; what with the glorious sunshine outside and the chance to play, Report 47 was damnable.