No one from his country, or from any other country, for that matter, has ever been so entirely popular amongst us.

He has the most delightful manners of any man I ever knew of any race." Sir Charles came up, with gloomy face, to claim a dance.

After it was over, he led Penelope back to her aunt almost in silence.
"You are dancing again with the Prince ?" he asked.
"Certainly," she answered.

"Here he comes." The Prince smiled pleasantly at the young man, who towered like a giant above him, and noticed at once his lack of cordiality.
"I am selfish!" he exclaimed, pausing with Penelope's hand upon his coat sleeve.

"I am taking you too much away from your friends, and spoiling your pleasure, perhaps, because I do not dance.