They have come to me through more generations than I should care to reckon up.

The bronze idol, for instance, upon my writing case is four hundred years old, to my certain knowledge, and my tapestries were woven when in this country your walls went bare." "What I admire more than anything," the Duchess declared, "is your beautiful violet tone." "I am glad," he answered, "that you like my coloring.

Some people have thought it sombre.

To me dark colors indoors are restful." "Everything about the whole place is restful," Penelope said,--"your servants with their quaint dresses and slippered feet, your thick carpets, the smell of those strange burning leaves, and, forgive me if I say so, your closed windows.

I suppose in time I should have a headache.
For a little while it is delicious." The Prince sighed.
"Fresh air is good," he said, "but the air that comes from your streets does not seem to me to be fresh, nor do I like the roar of your great city always in my ears.