Does not the prospect tempt you ?" I spoke at leisure, tasting each delight, looking for his gladness.
"Oh, Frank," he cried, "how wonderful; but how impossible!" "Impossible! don't be absurd," I retorted.

"Do you see those lights yonder ?" and I showed him some lights at the Park gate on the top of the hill in front of us.
"Yes, Frank." "That's a brougham," I said, "with a pair of fast horses.

It will take us for a midnight visit to the steam yacht in double-quick time.
There's a little library on board of French books and English; I've ordered supper in the cabin--lobster a l'Americaine and a bottle of Pommery.

You've never seen the mouth of the Thames at night, have you?
It's a scene from wonderland; houses like blobs of indigo fencing you in; ships drifting past like black ghosts in the misty air, and the purple sky above never so dark as the river, the river with its shifting lights of ruby and emerald and topaz, like an oily, opaque serpent gliding with a weird life of its own....

Come; you must visit the yacht." I turned to him, but he was no longer by my side.