But he had not, until now, been thoroughly certain that St.George's spirit of adventure had another name; and though theoretically his sympathies leaped to the look in his friend's eyes, yet he found himself wondering practically what effect romance would be having upon their enterprise.

After all, from a newspaper point of view, to relinquish any part of the adventure was a kind of tragedy, and it cost Amory something to emphasize his assent.
"Of course she won't," he said, "and now let's toddle down and see about it." When the tread of the feet of a detachment of the Royal Golden Guard was heard without, Rollo advanced to the door with a dignity which amounted to melancholy.

The setting of a palace and the proximity of a prince had raised his office to the majesty of skilled labour.

He always threw open the door now as who should say, "Enter.

But mind you have a reason." At sight of the long liberty of the corridor where the light lay mysteriously touching tiles and tapestries to festal colours, Amory's spirits rose contagiously, and his eyes shone behind his pince-nez.
"Me," he said, looking ahead with enjoyment at the glittering escort, "me--done in a fabric of about the eleventh shade of the Yaque spectrum--made loose and floppy, after a modish Canaanitish model.