"Well, no; they would be neither useful nor beautiful."

"Perhaps not; and I do not wish to be picturesque at the expense of my
fellow-creatures."

"I doubt, even, whether they would be picturesque."

"You know what I mean, Mr. Ingram. But the associations of such names,
and the presence of the stupendous works with which they are connected,
fill the soul with awe. Such, at least, is the effect with mine."

"I fear that my tendencies, Miss Dawkins, are more realistic than your
own."

"You belong to a young country, Mr. Ingram, and are naturally prone to
think of material life. The necessity of living looms large before
you."

"Very large, indeed, Miss Dawkins."

"Whereas with us, with some of us at least, the material aspect has
given place to one in which poetry and enthusiasm prevail. To such
among us the associations of past times are very dear. Cheops, to me,
is more than Napoleon Bonaparte."

"That is more than most of your countrymen can say, at any rate, just
at present."

"I am a woman," continued Miss Dawkins.