How detestably fortunate!--to be a great English magnate, to be clever and handsome into the bargain, and, by way of finishing off, to enjoy your high favour! That's a man I could envy." Isabel considered him with interest.

"You seem to me to be always envying some one.

Yesterday it was the Pope; to-day it's poor Lord Warburton." "My envy's not dangerous; it wouldn't hurt a mouse.

I don't want to destroy the people--I only want to BE them.

You see it would destroy only myself." "You'd like to be the Pope ?" said Isabel.
"I should love it--but I should have gone in for it earlier.