"Many generations have come and gone since the wonderful pages of history were opened to us.

And during all these years how much nearer have the serf and the aristocrat come together?
Nay, have they not rather drifted apart ?...

But listen! This is the great chorus.

We must not miss it." "So the Prince has brought back the wanderer," Lady Carey whispered to Mr.Sabin behind her fan.

"Hasn't he rather the air of a sheep who has strayed from the fold ?" Mr.Sabin raised the horn eyeglass, which he so seldom used, and contemplated Brott steadily.
"He reminds me more than ever," he remarked, "of Rienzi.