The return of Tarzan

Magnifique! ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath. Eh? questioned the count, turning toward his young wife. What is it that is magnificent? and the count bent his eyes in various directions in quest of the object of her admiration. Oh, nothing at all, my dear, replied the countess, a slight flush momentarily coloring her already pink cheek. I was but recalling with admiration those stupendous skyscrapers, as they call them, of New York, and the fair countess settled herself more comfortably in her steamer chair, and resumed the magazine which nothing at all had caused her to let fall upon her lap. Her husband again buried himself in his book, but not without a mild wonderment that three days out from New York his countess should suddenly have realized an admiration for the very buildings she had but recently characterized as horrid.