Every one to his taste!" and Mrs.
Howard smiled.
The Englishman came out again in a few minutes, and sitting down lazily, as though he were alone upon the balcony terrace, he ordered some tea.
Not the remotest scrap of interest in his surroundings or companions lit up his face.

He might have been forty or forty-two, perhaps, but being so fair he looked a good deal younger, and had a peculiar distinction of his own.
"That is what I object to about them," Mrs.Howard remarked presently, "their abominable arrogance.

Look at that man.

It is just as though there was no one else on this balcony but himself--no one else exists for him!" "Why, Sabine, you are severe! He looks to me to be a pretty considerably nice man--and he is only reading the paper as I have been doing myself," Mr.Cloudwater rejoined.

"Perhaps he is the English nobleman who I read was expected to-day--Lord Fordyce, the paper said--and wasn't that the name of rather a prominent English politician who had to go into the Upper House last year when his father died--and it was considered he would be a loss to the Commons ?" "I really don't know.