No one can do what they will with the future.

It is the future which does what it will with us." The Prince smiled tolerantly.
"It depends a good deal, does it not," he said, "upon ourselves?
Miss Penelope is the daughter of a country which is still young, which has all its future before it, and which, has proclaimed to the world its fixed intention of controlling its own destinies.

She, at any rate, should have imbibed the national spirit.

You are looking at my curtains," he added, turning to Penelope.

"Let me show you the figures upon them, and I will tell you the allegory." He led her to the window, and explained to her for some moments the story of the faded images which represented one chapter out of the mythology of his country.