Excerpt from Phroso: A Romance In fact, my dear lord, said old Mason to me when I called on him in Lincoln's Inn Fields, the whole affair is settled. I congratulate you on having got just what was your whim. You are over a hundred miles from the nearest land Rhodes, you see. (he laid a map before me.) You are off the steamship tracks; the Austrian Lloyds to Alexandria leave you far to the north east. You are equally remote from any submarine...