"He thought Donald would be delayed and detained by Lady Cramer. I thought so also. She liked to have young men waiting upon her. She always found them plenty to do. Father wanted to see Donald again."
"If your father wants anything, it is not his way to wait three or four days for it."
"Anyway, I do not believe my father and Lady Cramer are in love with each other. It is not likely."
"Do you think Richard and yourself have captured all the love in the world? Your father is a very handsome man and Lady Cramer is a beautiful woman. Why should they not be in love with each other?"
"They are so old, Aunt."
"Richard is not what I would call a young man. He will be thirty-five years old."
"Oh, no! He is thirty, and he has never been married. I am his first love. He told me so, many times he told me so."
"That is no wonder. All men say such things. Their words stand for just what you take them at. When I was a girl we used to sing a duet in which the soprano declared she had heard of a land where every man was true, where the women issued all orders, and the men did as they were told to do, and
'All was sweet serenity,
And life a long devotion.'
Then the contralto expressed her longing for such a land, her willingness to go to it at once, and asked, 'How am I to get there?' Upon which a young man in the room appointed to give the information sang out melodiously,