_She_ must have passed over this very ground.
"There is," the prince's smooth voice broke in upon his dream, "no such place as Yaque--as you understand 'place.'" "I beg your pardon, your Highness ?" St.George doubted blankly.

Good Heavens.

Maybe there had arrived in Yaque no Olivia, as he understood Olivia.
"You showed some surprise, I remember," continued the prince, "when I told you, in McDougle Street, that we of Yaque understand the Fourth Dimension." McDougle Street.

The sound smote the ear of St.George much as would the clang of the fire patrol in the midst of light opera.
"Yes, yes," he said, his attention now completely chained.

Yet even then it was not that he cared so absorbingly about the Fourth Dimension.