There he stood, with his head half-way through the bureau window, negligently leaning against the woodwork, just as though he were a stockbroker or the manager of a New York burlesque company.
'Is your Highness travelling quite alone ?' she asked.
'By a series of accidents I am,' he said.

'My equerry was to have met me at Charing Cross, but he failed to do so--I cannot imagine why.' 'Mr Dimmock ?' questioned Racksole.
'Yes, Dimmock.

I do not remember that he ever missed an appointment before.
You know him?
He has been here ?' 'He dined with us last night,' said Racksole--'on Nella's invitation,' he added maliciously; 'but to-day we have seen nothing of him.

I know, however, that he has engaged the State apartments, and also a suite adjoining the State apartments--No.

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