I may yet live to see an English Duke earning an honest living in the States." "It depends very much upon Brott," Lady Carey said.

"For his own sake it is a pity that he is in love with Lucille." Mr.Sabin agreed with her blandly.
"It is," he affirmed, "a most regrettable incident." She leaned a little towards him.

The box was not a large one, and their chairs already touched.
"Are you a jealous husband ?" she asked.
"Horribly," he answered.
"Your devotion to Lucille, or rather the singleness of your devotion to Lucille," she remarked, "is positively the most gauche thing about you.
It is--absolutely callow!" He laughed gently.
"Did I not always tell you," he said, "that when I did marry I should make an excellent husband ?" "You are at least," she answered sharply, "a very complaisant one." The Prince leaned forward from the shadows of the box.
"I invite you all," he said, "to supper with me.

It is something of an occasion, this! For I do not think that we shall all meet again just as we are now for a very long time." "Your invitation," Mr.Sabin remarked, "is most agreeable.

But your suggestion is, to say the least of it, nebulous.