She groaned in spirit.
"Yes! at last I have reached the end! We shall grow to be wax images, and our talk will be like the squeaking of toy dolls.

We shall all wander round and round the earth and shake hands.

No one will have any object in this world, and there will be no other.

It is worse than anything in the 'Inferno.' What an awful vision of eternity!" Suddenly, as through a mist, she saw the melancholy face of Lord Skye approaching.

He came to her side, and his voice recalled her to reality.
"Does it amuse you, this sort of thing ?" he asked in a vague way.
"We take our amusement sadly, after the manner of our people," she replied; "but it certainly interests me." They stood for a time in silence, watching the slowly eddying dance of Democracy, until he resumed: "Whom do you take that man to be--the long, lean one, with a long woman on each arm ?" "That man," she replied, "I take to be a Washington department-clerk, or perhaps a member of Congress from Iowa, with a wife and wife's sister.
Do they shock your nobility ?" He looked at her with comical resignation.