Gracious me, der History iss great sopjeck! I lern moch .-- But iss Rome yet a fortify town ?" Chantel rapped out a Parisian oath.
"Do we play cards," he cried sourly, "or listen to the chatter of senility ?" Heywood held to the previous question.
"No, Wutz, that town's no longer fortified," he answered slowly.

"Geese live there, still, as in--many other places." Dr.Chantel examined his finger-tips as though for some defect; then, snatching up the cards, shuffled and dealt with intense precision.

The game went on as before.
"I read alzo," stammered Wutzler, like a timid scholar encouraged to lecture, "I read zo how your Englishman, Rawf Ralli, he spreadt der fine clock for your Queen, and lern your Queen smoking, no ?" He mopped his lean throat with the back of his hand.

"In Bengal are dere Rallis.

Dey handle jute." "Yes ?" Heywood smiled a weary indulgence.