All the time we are struggling between the rankest primitivism and the most delicate intrigue.

To-day is the triumph of primitivism." "Meaning that you, the medieval knight, have carried me off, the distressed maiden, on your shoulder." "Having confounded my enemy," he continued, smiling, "by an embarrassing situation, a little argument, and the distant view of a policeman's helmet." "This," she remarked, with a little satisfied sigh as she selected an ortolan, "is a very satisfactory place to be carried off to.

And you," she added, leaning across the table and touching his fingers for a moment tenderly, "are a very delightful knight-errant." He raised the fingers to his lips--the waiter had left the room.

She blushed, but yielded her hand readily enough.
"Victor," she murmured, "you would spoil the most faithless woman on earth for all her lovers.

You make me very impatient." "Impatience, then," he declared, "must be the most infectious of fevers.
For I too am a terrible sufferer." "If only the Prince," she said, "would be reasonable." "I am afraid," Mr.Sabin answered, "that from him we have not much to hope for." "Yet," she continued, "I have fulfilled all the conditions.