"Never," said the old administrator. "Keep the breed pure, be it white, black, or yellow. Bastard races cannot flourish. They are waste of Nature."
The Professor glanced towards the bridal pair.
"And these also?" he asked.
"Perhaps," said Sir Ralph, "but in her case her education has been so entirely European."
Hereupon, Lady Everington approaching, Sir Ralph turned to her and said,—
"Dear lady, let me congratulate you: this is your masterpiece."
"Sir Ralph," said the hostess, already looking to see which of her guests she would next pounce upon, "You know the East so well. Give me one little piece of advice to hand over to the children before they start on their honeymoon."
Sir Ralph smiled benignly.
"Where are they going?" he asked.
"Everywhere," replied Lady Everington, "they are going to travel."