"No Arabian Nights palace in Asia, I grant you; yet in its own humbler and--dare I say ?--less showy, manner not easy to beat.

Breathe this enchanting air.

See the heavenly tints with which our good dirty useful old Channel has adorned itself.

Can you ask for more, you insatiable person, in the way of beauty ?" Then, slightly ashamed of his outburst, Tom practised a delightful smile, at once sentimental and flirtatious.
"No, on second thoughts, my dear princess, I keep my commiseration for my wretched self--every crumb of it.

For I am the lonely exile--that is, I am just about to be--not you.