'You have not told us anything about your princess, Harry,' Janet observed on the ride home.
'Do you take her for a real person, Janet?'
'One thinks of her as a snow-mountain you've been admiring.'
'Very well; so let her be.'
'Is she kind and good?'
'Yes.'
'Does she ride well?'
'She rides remarkably well.'
'She 's fair, I suppose?'
'Janet, if I saw you married to Temple, it would be the second great wish of my heart.'