You know, he's got an Embassy--at least, he will have in a month--and he wrote to say he hoped you would go with him." "Where's he going to ?" "He's going to succeed Lord Topham at Strelsau," said she.

"You couldn't have a nicer place, short of Paris." "Strelsau! H'm!" said I, glancing at my brother.
"Oh, _that_ doesn't matter!" exclaimed Rose impatiently.

"Now, you will go, won't you ?" "I don't know that I care about it!" "Oh, you're too exasperating!" "And I don't think I can go to Strelsau.

My dear Rose, would it be--suitable ?" "Oh, nobody remembers that horrid old story now." Upon this, I took out of my pocket a portrait of the King of Ruritania.
It had been taken a month or two before he ascended the throne.

She could not miss my point when I said, putting it into her hands: "In case you've not seen, or not noticed, a picture of Rudolf V, there he is.