Some years ago there was in the city of York a society of magicians. They met upon the third Wednesday of every month and read each other long, dull papers upon the history of English magic.

Oh! And they read English novels! David! Did you ever look into an English novel? Well, do not trouble yourself. It is nothing but a lot of nonsense about girls with fanciful names getting married.

There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time.

He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

You mean to say he became mad deliberately?' ...Nothing is more likely,' said the duke.

I mean that two of any thing is a most uncomfortable number. One may do as he pleases. Six may get along well enough. But two must always struggle for mastery. Two must always watch each other. The eyes of all the world will be on two, uncertain which of them to follow.

Ha!' said the tall man drily. 'He was in high luck. Rich old uncles who die are in shockingly short supply.