So they staged a special performance at the Opera for him, and invited him to supper afterward behind the scenes with the usual sort of ladies in full war-paint in attendance." "Shall we cut that too ?" suggested Mabel.
"Sure.

Feisul did! He's not that kind of moth.

Ever since then the French have declared he's a hypocrite; and because he won't yield his rights they've been busy inventing wrongs of their own and insisting on immediate adjustment.

The French haven't left one stone unturned that could irritate Feisul into making a false move." "To hell with them!" suggested Jeremy, reaching for more tea.
"But Feisul's not easy to irritate," Grim went on.

"He's one of those rare men, who get born once in an epoch, who force you to believe that virtue isn't extinct.