"Look at my clothes." "You ought to be thankful that they are dry this time.

Come; you'll have a good story to carry back to Vienna.

Princesses do not eat people." "No," said Maurice.
"Ye gods, listen to that! One would think by the tone of your voice that you wished they did!" There was no resisting this good humor; and Maurice wanted only an excuse to wait.

He sat down on the steps, sucked the knuckles of his hand, and contemplated the grin on the cuirassier's face.
"I like you," said the Lieutenant; "I like your sangfroid.

The palace is a devil of a dull place, and a new face is a positive relief.