"I am so insignificant.

Surely I do not count ?" "Miss Penelope," he said, "you yourself are a daughter of that country of which we have been speaking." She was silent.
"You think, then," she asked, "that I put my country before everything else in the world ?" "I believe," he answered, "that you would.

Your country is too young to be wholly degenerate.

It is true that you are a nation of fused races--a strange medley of people, but still you are a nation.

I believe that in time of stress you would place your country before everything else." "And therefore ?" she murmured.
"And therefore," he continued with a delightful smile, "I shall not discuss my hopes or fears with you.