You yourself, mirror of prudence that you are, would have certainly avoided all Priam's manifold errors in the conduct of his social career; but, you see, he was divine in another way.
As the steamer sped along the lengthening pathway from England, one question kept hopping in and out of his mind: "_I wonder what they'll do with me next time_ ?" Do not imagine that he and Alice were staring over the stern at the singular isle.

No! There were imperative reasons, which affected both of them, against that.

It was only in the moments of the comparative calm which always follows insurrections, that Priam had leisure to wonder, and to see his own limitations, and joyfully to meditate upon the prospect of age devoted to the sole doing of that which he could so supremely, in a sweet exile with the enchantress, Alice..