I shall risk something, but that is my own affair.

Besides, fortune favors the bold.

Don't refuse me; it is my dream!" Newman gave a loud laugh.

It seemed to him hardly worth while to be the wife of the Marquis de Bellegarde, a daughter of the crusaders, heiress of six centuries of glories and traditions, to have centred one's aspirations upon the sight of a couple of hundred young ladies kicking off young men's hats.

It struck him as a theme for the moralist; but he had no time to moralize upon it.