Idiot!" "Indeed!" I rejoined, in contempt.

"An American savage would give you but one gown, and that of your own weave; you could make it up as you liked.

But come, now; I have no more time to lose." "Ah, also, idiot!" she murmured.

"Do you not see that I must reclothe myself before I could go with you--that is to say, if I choose to go with you?
Now, as I was saying, my ardent Mexican promises thus and so.
My lord of England--ah, well, they may be pardoned.

Suppose I might listen to such suits--might there not be some life for me--some life with events?
On the other hand, what of interest could America offer ?" "I have told you what life America could give you." "I imagined men were but men, wherever found," she went on; "but what you say interests me, I declare to you again.