"A good deal, according to opportunity."

"And you have seen nothing that satisfied you?"

"No," said Newman, half reluctantly, "I am bound to say in honesty that
I have seen nothing that really satisfied me."

"You remind me of the heroes of the French romantic poets, Rolla and
Fortunio and all those other insatiable gentlemen for whom nothing in
this world was handsome enough. But I see you are in earnest, and I
should like to help you."

"Who the deuce is it, darling, that you are going to put upon him?"
Tristram cried. "We know a good many pretty girls, thank Heaven, but
magnificent women are not so common."

"Have you any objections to a foreigner?" his wife continued, addressing
Newman, who had tilted back his chair and, with his feet on a bar of the
balcony railing and his hands in his pockets, was looking at the stars.

"No Irish need apply," said Tristram.

Newman meditated a while. "As a foreigner, no," he said at last; "I have
no prejudices."

"My dear fellow, you have no suspicions!" cried Tristram. "You don't
know what terrible customers these foreign women are; especially the
'magnificent' ones. How should you like a fair Circassian, with a dagger
in her belt?"