In this country you will never develop.

In my country, sir, we should make a colossus of you.

We should teach you not to be content with small things; we should raise your hand which you yourself kept to your side, and we should point your finger to the skies.

Waiter," he added, turning abruptly round, "if the quails are not yet ready I will take another of these excellent cocktails." Tavernake was embarrassed.

He saw that Beatrice was anxious to talk to her father; he saw, also, that her father was determined not to talk to her.