"I believe I behaved like the most impossible brute, Henry--in marrying her at all as you said--but I would like to make it up to her some day--and I suppose if, by chance, she has taken a fancy to someone else by this time and wants to be free of me, I ought to divorce her--but, by Heaven, I believe I should hate that!" "You dog in the manger!" "Yes, I am----" And so the subject had ended.
And now Henry, third Lord Fordyce, was taking a mild cure at Carlsbad, and had decided that in his leisure moments he would begin to write a book--a project which had long simmered in his brain; but after two days of sitting by the American party at each meal, a very strong desire to converse with them--especially the one with the strange violet eyes--overcame him; and with deliberate intention he scraped acquaintance with Mr.Cloudwater in the exercise room of the Kaiserbad, who, with polite ceremony, presented him that evening to his daughter and her friend.
Sabine had been particularly silent and irritating, Moravia thought, and as they went up to bed she scolded her about it.
"He is a perfect darling, Sabine," she declared, "and will do splendidly to take walks with us and make the fourth.

He is so lazy and English and phlegmatic--I'd like to make him crazy with love--but he looked at you, you little witch, not at me at all." "You are welcome to him, Morri--I don't care for Englishmen.

Good-night, pet," and Mrs.Howard kissed her friend, and going in to her room, she shut the door..