It would only weary you if I tried to explain." "Please don't," the Duchess begged, "so long as you are here at last.
And after all, you see, you are not the worst sinner.

Mr.Vanderpole has not yet arrived." The Prince walked on, for a few steps, in silence.
"Mr.Vanderpole is a great friend of yours, Duchess ?" he asked.
The Duchess shook her head.
"I do not know him very well," she said.

"I asked him for Penelope." The Prince looked puzzled.
"But I thought," he said, "that Miss Morse and Sir Charles--" The Duchess interrupted him with a smile.
"Sir Charles is very much in earnest," she whispered, "but very very slow.

Dicky is just the sort of man to spur him on.

He admires Penelope, and does not mind showing it.