So they set Radet on to write it down.

He's going in for mysticism and all that sort of thing--just like all these French jokers are doing.

Got deuced thick with that lot in the F.St.Germain--some relation of yours, ain't they?
Rather a lark that lot, quite the thing just now, everyone goes there; old de Mersch too.

Have frightful rows sometimes, such a mixed lot, you see." The good little man rattled amiably along beside me.
"Seems quite funny to be buying books," he said.

"I haven't read a thing I've bought, not for years." We reached the Opera in time for the end of the first act--it was Aida, I think.