I couldn't do it.

It wouldn't be fair to ask me." "There is no fresh news, I suppose ?" the Princess asked.
"None," Cecil answered gloomily.

"If only we could see our way to the end of it, I shouldn't mind." The Princess was thoughtful for a few moments.
"Well," she said, "I don't know, after all, if Forrest need go just yet.

Your brother has made up his mind to go fishing for several weeks.
I think that he is going to start to-day." "Do you mean it ?" Cecil exclaimed, incredulously.
The Princess nodded.
"He has been philandering with Jeanne," she said, "and his magnificent conscience is taking him out into the North Sea." Cecil's features relaxed.

After all, though he played at maturity, he was little more than a boy.
"Fancy old Andrew!" he exclaimed.