I love the real you; not the vain, foolish, self-adoring 150 human concept, called the Duke of altern.
And the Duke of altern rubbed his weak eyes and tried hard to think.
Tell me, dear, when shall we be able to call you the Duchess of altern?
The Duke of altern, costumed as a long carrot, fawned in her wake throughout the evening.
That ecstatically happy woman, with Carmen and the obsequious young Duke of altern, appeared behind him in the flood of light.