But he is gone--thees passion.

Yess--what you shall call thees sentiment of lof--zo--as he came!" She threw her fingers in the air as if to illustrate the volatile and transitory passage of her affections, and then turned again to Joan with her back towards Demorest.
"Do please go on--Dona Rosita," said he, "I never heard the real story.
If there is any romance about my house, I'd like to know it," he added with a faint sigh.
Dona Rosita wheeled upon him with an inquiring little look.

"Ah, you have the sentiment, and YOU," she continued, taking Joan by the arms, "YOU have not.

Eet ess good so.

When a--the wife," she continued boldly, hazarding an extended English abstraction, "he has the sentimente and the hoosband he has nothing, eet is not good--for a-him--ze wife," she concluded triumphantly.
"But I have great appreciation and I am dying to hear it," said Demorest, trying to laugh.
"Well, poor one, you look so.