"Yet you practise deceit.
Your fancy wanders, and you lie about it.

You lose your dignity, my friend.

No woman is worth a man's lie." Immelan was leaning back in his chair, gazing steadfastly across the crowded theatre.
"Your principles," he said, "are suited to your own womenkind.

La Belle Nita has become westernised.

Are you sure that she accepts the situation as she would if she dwelt with you in Pekin ?" "I am her master," Prince Shan declared calmly.