I am tired of London.

You cannot lose what you never possessed--what you never had the slightest chance of possessing." The Prince laughed softly--not a pleasant laugh, not even a mirthful one.
"Dear lady," he said, "you speak not wisely.

For I am very much in earnest when I say that I love you, and until you are kinder to me I shall not let you go." "That is rather a dangerous threat, is it not ?" Lucille asked.

"You dare to tell me openly that you will abuse your position, that you will keep me bound a servant to the cause, because of this foolish fancy of yours ?" The Prince smiled at her through the gloom--a white, set smile.
"It is no foolish fancy, Lucille.

You will find that out before long.
You have been cold to me all your life.