Is it not so ?" "True as sunshine, my dear count," I returned.

"There's a vast difference between the trade of butchering and the gentle art of murder." De Grammont threw back his head, laughing softly.

"Ah, good, good! Very good, dear baron! The sentiment is beau-ti-ful and could not be better expressed--in English.

You should have been born across the channel." "I wish I had been born any place, not excepting hell, rather than in England," I answered.
"True, true, what a hole it is," returned the count, regretfully.

"The Englishman is one pig." He saw by the expression of my face that while I might abuse my own countrymen, I did not relish hearing it from others, so with true French tact he held up his hand to keep me from speaking till he could correct himself.
"Pardon, baron, I forgot the 'r,' The Englishman's affectation of a virtue he despises makes of him a prig--not a pig.