"We have arranged for her to come and live at Belgrave Square, after all." "My terrible altruism once more," she sighed.

"I had meant not to speak another serious word, and yet I must.

Maggie is very clever, amazingly clever, I sometimes think, but if she had the brains of all of her sex rolled into one, she would still be facing now an impossible situation." "Just what do you mean ?" he asked cautiously.
"Maggie seems determined to measure her wits with those of Prince Shan," she said.

"Believe me, that is hopeless." She looked up at him and laughed softly.
"Oh, my dear friend," she went on, "that wooden expression is wonderful.
You do not quite know where I stand, except--may I flatter myself ?--as regards your personal feelings for me.

Am I for Immelan and his schemes, or for your own foolish country?
You do not know, so you make for yourself a face of wood." "Where do you stand ?" he asked bluntly.
"Sufficiently devoted to your interests to beg you this," she replied.
"Do not let your little cousin think that she can deal with a man like Prince Shan.