E. F. Benson,
The Princess Sophia
“ It should have been built in a day, like a fairy-palace, to pleasure you. And Pierre, Pierre is just the man—sober and steady, and full of the divine fire. I remember his laying his hand on his heart one night after one of those evenings, those dear evenings, we spent together at Monte Carlo, and saying: “I adore the Princess! None plays so finely as she!”’Sophia was charmed with his readiness to take her idea up.‘At last, and at last!’ she cried. ‘Oh, Petros, my soul is sick for roulette!’‘Poor dear Sophia,’ said he, ‘and I am afraid you find me grown very dull. ”
