Does he know them?
Anyhow, this circumstance rather puzzles me.
The train is no sooner off than the passengers go to the dining car.
The places next to mine and the major's, which had been occupied since the start, are now vacant, and the young Chinaman, followed by Dr.
Tio-King, take advantage of it to come near us.

Pan Chao knows I am on the staff of the _Twentieth Century_, and he is apparently as desirous of talking to me as I am of talking to him.
I am not mistaken.

He is a true Parisian of the boulevard, in the clothes of a Celestial.

He has spent three years in the world where people amuse themselves, and also in the world where they learn.

The only son of a rich merchant in Pekin, he has traveled under the wing of this Tio-King, a doctor of some sort, who is really the most stupid of baboons, and of whom his pupil makes a good deal of fun.
Dr.Tio-King, since he discovered Cornaro's little book on the quays of the Seine, has been seeking to make his existence conform to the "art of living long in perfect health." This credulous Chinaman of the Chinese had become thoroughly absorbed in the study of the precepts so magisterially laid down by the noble Venetian.