And he was blond, too, which made it worse--as blond as Stenterello; pure fleece! So I said to him frankly, 'Many thanks, Herr Graf; your uniform is magnificent, but your face is too fat.'" "I am afraid that mine also," said Rowland, with a smile, "seems just now to have assumed an unpardonable latitude." "Oh, I take it you know very well that we are looking for a husband, and that none but tremendous swells need apply.

Surely, before these gentlemen, mamma, I may speak freely; they are disinterested.

Mr.Mallet won't do, because, though he 's rich, he 's not rich enough.

Mamma made that discovery the day after we went to see you, moved to it by the promising look of your furniture.

I hope she was right, eh?
Unless you have millions, you know, you have no chance." "I feel like a beggar," said Rowland.
"Oh, some better girl than I will decide some day, after mature reflection, that on the whole you have enough.