From time immemorial royalty has perpetually been surprised by the behaviour of its ladies-in-waiting.
"I've been remembering a verse," said Amory when he had been presented to Olivia, "may I say it?
It goes: "'I'll speak a story to you, Now listen while I try: I met a Queen, and she kept house A-sitting in the sky.'" "Come in and say it to my aunt," Olivia applauded.

"Aunt Dora is dying of ennui up here." They crossed the terrace in the hush of the tropic night.

Through the fairy black and silver the four figures moved, and it was as if the king's palace--that sky thing, with ramparts of air--had at length found expression and knew a way to answer the ancient glamourie of the moon..