I am really past laughing at." "I see you are, you poor creature," says Sabina, melting; and a long conversation follows, while Claude and Bowie exchange confidences, and arrive at no result beyond the undeniable assertion; "it is a very bad job." Presently Sabina comes out, and Scoutbush calls cheerfully from the sofa:-- "Bowie, get my bath and things to dress; and order me the cab in half an hour.

Good-bye, you dear people, I shall never thank you enough." Away go Claude and Sabina in a hack-cab.
"What have you done ?" "Given him what he entreated for--another chance with Marie." "It will only madden him all the more.

Why let him try, when you know it is hopeless." "Why, I had not the heart to refuse, that's the truth; and besides, I don't know that it is hopeless." "All the naughtier of you, to let him run the chance of making a fool of himself." "I don't know that he will make such a great fool of himself.

As he says, his grandfather married an actress, and why should not he ?" "Simply because she won't marry him." "And how do you know that, sir?
You fancy that you understand all the women's hearts in England, just because you have found out the secret of managing one little fool." "Managing her, quotha! Being managed by her, till my quiet house is turned into a perfect volcano of match-making.

Why, I thought he was to marry Manchestrina." "He shall marry who he likes; and if Marie changes her mind, and revenges herself on this American by taking Lord Scoutbush, all I can say is, it will be a just judgment on him.