"I live in the hotel, and Emmy lives in a flat.

She couldn't very well stay in the Hotel Godet, because it isn't a nice place for ladies.

There's a dog in the courtyard that howls.

I tried to throw him some cold ham the other morning about six o'clock to stop him; but it hit a sort of dustman, who ate it and looked up for more.

It was very good ham, and I was going to have it for supper." "But, my dear man," said Sypher, laying his hand on his friend's shoulder, and paying no heed to the dog, ham, and dustman story, "aren't you two living together ?" "Oh, dear, not" said Septimus, in alarm, and then, catching at the first explanation--"you see, our hours are different." Sypher shook his head uncomprehendingly.