"You may rely upon me to the death! You may depend upon me whenever you may wish to call upon me!" he said, as the train rolled into Charing Cross station.

"Major Hardwicke, of the Engineers, will be my chosen ally, and I alone am to trace out this mystery of the vanished jewels.

You shall conquer! I will aid you! Amor omnia vincit! You are the only heart in the world now throbbing for that sweet girl." But when they drove to Morley's Hotel, far away on the sea, Harry Hardwicke's heart was beating fondly in all a lover's expectancy for the same friendless Rose of Delhi, and the debonnair Alan Hawke, in sight of Brindisi, mused in his deck-pacings: "I will placate Euphrosyne Delande.
Justine, too, shall do my bidding, and my employer shall give me the key to this girl's heart.

For I will marry Nadme Johnstone! I am a devil for luck.".