If I chose I might have principles quite as well as he.

If they grew on one's family tree I should only have to give mine a shake to bring down a shower of the finest.

At any rate, I prefer clever Bonapartes to stupid Bourbons." "Oh, I see; you want to go to court," said Newman, vaguely conjecturing that she might wish him to appeal to the United States legation to smooth her way to the imperial halls.
The marquise gave a little sharp laugh.

"You are a thousand miles away.
I will take care of the Tuileries myself; the day I decide to go they will be very glad to have me.

Sooner or later I shall dance in an imperial quadrille.