“Imperial and presidential busts,” Phil explained, “Napoleon III, Charles X, Louis Philippe.”
“Really,” Miss Rowrer said, with amusement; “only think, each bust represents a revolution. They are sovereigns who no longer pleased—let them be an example to you, monseigneur,” she added, laughing. “This is not Paradise, then, but the other place—each of these busts is a paving-stone of good intentions!”
“And that, Phil, that old arm-chair which has lost its gilding? Mademoiselle Helia, who was in it just now, looked, with these busts at her feet, like a sovereign surrounded by the dwarfs of the court. What is that old arm-chair?”
Ethel and the Royal Throne
“A throne, Miss Rowrer!”
“Now you are laughing at me!”
“Not at all.”