"Ah, then you haven't seen what a city should be. Fine broad straight streets, plenty of air space, and handsome buildings."
"I know that American women are handsome," he replied, with a look intended to put the compliment on me. But I was not taking any.
"I guess we reckon looks by the dollar measure, Count. You should see our girls at home."
"You must regret living away from your country."
"Every man must whittle his own stick, you know, and every woman too. Which means, I have to make my own way."
"You are more than capable, I am sure."
"I can try to plough my own furrow, sure."
"You have come to Pesth for that purpose?"
"Yes—out of the crowd."
"What furrow do you think of ploughing here?"