"Who is Sylvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her?" "I'm dashed if I do " said the Princess. "My dear-if anyone should hear you " groaned the Grand Duchess. "He is a most estimable young man, I am sure, and a very suitable match." "Call him a match, if you like; he's certainly a stick. Anyway, he's not a match for me. There's only one existing." And the Princess's eyes were lifted to the heavens, as if the being at whom she hinted were...