Do you not sometimes think of that ?" "No" said Iris; "I never think about things impossible." "If I were you, I should go about the streets, and walk round the picture-galleries looking for a face like your own.

There cannot be many.

Let me draw your face, Iris, and then we will send it to the Grosvenor, and label it, 'Wanted, this young lady's cousins.' You must have cousins, if you could only find them out." "I suppose I must.

But what if they should turn out to be rough and disagreeable people ?" "Your cousins could not be disagreeable, Iris," said Arnold.
She shook her head.
"One thing I should like," she replied.

"It would be to find that my cousins, if I have any, are clever people--astronomers, mathematicians, great philosophers, and writers.