They existed, too, in my country.

It is not nonsense to imagine for a little time that the ages between have rolled away and that those days are with us ?" "No," she answered, "it is not nonsense.

But if they were ?" He raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them.

The touch of his hand, the absolute delicacy of the salute itself, made it unlike any other caress she had ever known or imagined.
"The world might have been happier for both of us," he whispered.
Somerfield, sullen and discontented, came and looked at them, moved away, and then hesitatingly returned.
"Willmott is waiting for you," he said.

"The last was my dance, and this is his." She rose at once and turned to the Prince.
"I think that we should go back," she said.