"Hateful woman! She is bound hand and foot to him, and yet--" Her eyes met his, and he laughed.
"Really," he said, "you and I in our old age might be hero and heroine of a little romance--the undesiring objects of a hopeless affection!" Lady Carey sank into a low chair by their side.

"You two," she said, with a slow, malicious smile, "are a pattern to this wicked world.

Don't you know that such fidelity is positively sinful, and after three years in such a country too ?" "It is the approach of senility," Mr.Sabin answered her.

"I am an old man, Lady Muriel!" She shrugged her shoulders.
"You are like Ulysses," she said.

"The gods, or rather the goddesses, have helped you towards immortality." "It is," Mr.Sabin answered, "the most delicious piece of flattery I have ever heard." "Calypso," she murmured, nodding towards Lucille, "is by your side." "Really," Mr.Sabin interrupted, "I must protest.