Publisher's Synopsis
"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 placed high as the sun that shone above her.
