Several years ago I read such a lot in the papers about the wonderful things you did in Japan, and how the Emperor decorated you.

What was it, Commander of the Order of the Rising Sun?
That sounds like `The Mikado.' And what about your new bridge--in Canada, isn't it, and it's to be the longest one in the world and has some queer name I can't remember." Bartley shook his head and smiled drolly.

"Since when have you been interested in bridges?
Or have you learned to be interested in everything?
And is that a part of success ?" "Why, how absurd! As if I were not always interested!" Hilda exclaimed.
"Well, I think we won't talk about bridges here, at any rate." Bartley looked down at the toe of her yellow slipper which was tapping the rug impatiently under the hem of her gown.

"But I wonder whether you'd think me impertinent if I asked you to let me come to see you sometime and tell you about them ?" "Why should I?
Ever so many people come on Sunday afternoons." "I know.

Mainhall offered to take me.