She had heard of nobody at all, except of George the First, of whom she had heard (I know not why), and in whose historical memory she put her simple trust.

And by and by in God's good time, it was discovered that this uncle of hers was not really her uncle, and they came and told her so.
She smiled through her tears, and said only, 'Virtue is its own reward.'" Again there was a silence, and then Lambert said-- "It seems a bit mysterious." "Mysterious!" cried the other.

"The true humour is mysterious.

Do you not realise the chief incident of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries ?" "And what's that ?" asked Lambert, shortly.
"It is very simple," replied the other.

"Hitherto it was the ruin of a joke that people did not see it.