Isn't it immense ?" "Immense is no unworthy word for that glorious design." "Oh, hang you! But, of course, I see.

You want me to clear the room of these reasonable sows.

You want the two humorists alone together.
Leave us, gentlemen." Buck threw a sour look at Barker, and at a sullen signal the whole pageant of blue and green, of red, gold, and purple, rolled out of the room, leaving only two in the great hall, the King sitting in his seat on the dais, and the red-clad figure still kneeling on the floor before his fallen sword.
The King bounded down the steps and smacked Provost Wayne on the back.
"Before the stars were made," he cried, "we were made for each other.
It is too beautiful.

Think of the valiant independence of Pump Street.
That is the real thing.

It is the deification of the ludicrous." The kneeling figure sprang to his feet with a fierce stagger.
"Ludicrous!" he cried, with a fiery face.
"Oh, come, come," said the King, impatiently, "you needn't keep it up with me.