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THE PRISONER OF ZENDA.
CHAPTER I.
THE RASSENDYLLS—WITH A WORD ON THE ELPHBERGS.
"I wonder when in the world you're going to do anything, Rudolf?" said my brother's wife.
"My dear Rose," I answered, laying down my egg-spoon, "why in the world should I do anything? My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one's income is ever quite sufficient, you know). I enjoy an enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-in-law to that most charming lady his countess. Behold, it is enough!"
"You are nine-and-twenty," she observed, "and you've done nothing but——"
"Knock about? It is true. Our family doesn't need to do things."
This remark of mine rather annoyed Rose, for
