"Do you know you're the first lord I've ever seen ?" she said very promptly to her neighbour.

"I suppose you think I'm awfully benighted." "You've escaped seeing some very ugly men," Lord Warburton answered, looking a trifle absently about the table.
"Are they very ugly?
They try to make us believe in America that they're all handsome and magnificent and that they wear wonderful robes and crowns." "Ah, the robes and crowns are gone out of fashion," said Lord Warburton, "like your tomahawks and revolvers." "I'm sorry for that; I think an aristocracy ought to be splendid," Henrietta declared.

"If it's not that, what is it ?" "Oh, you know, it isn't much, at the best," her neighbour allowed.
"Won't you have a potato ?" "I don't care much for these European potatoes.

I shouldn't know you from an ordinary American gentleman." "Do talk to me as if I were one," said Lord Warburton.

"I don't see how you manage to get on without potatoes; you must find so few things to eat over here." Henrietta was silent a little; there was a chance he was not sincere.
"I've had hardly any appetite since I've been here," she went on at last; "so it doesn't much matter.