I have discovered in America how uncomfortable a people's country can be." "Yet you married an American.

You call yourself still the Countess Radantz...

but you married Mr.James B.Peterson!" "It is true, my friend," she answered.

"But the American in question was a person of culture and intelligence, and at heart he was no more a democrat than I am.

Further, I am an extravagant woman, and he was a millionaire." "And you, after his death, without necessity--went to bury yourself in his country." "Why not ?" "I am jealous of every year of your life which lies hidden from me," he said slowly.
"Dear me--how uncomfortable!" "Before you--reappeared," he said, "I had learnt, yes I had learnt to do without you.