Slowly the count ate his dinner, enjoying every morsel that he took with that thoughtful, conscious pleasure which young men never attain in eating and drinking, and which men as they grow older so often forget to acquire.

But the count never forgot any of his own capacities for pleasure, and in all things made the most of his own resources.

To be rich is not to have one or ten thousand a year, but to be able to get out of that one or ten thousand all that every pound, and every shilling, and every penny will give you.

After this fashion the count was a rich man.
"You don't sit after dinner here, I suppose," said the count, when he had completed an elaborate washing of his mouth and moustache.

"I like this club because we who are strangers have so charming a room for our smoking.