There was a night when you grievously misjudged me--" "I am willing," admitted Philip politely, "to hear why I should alter my views." "_Mon Dieu_, Poynter!" boomed the Baron in exasperation, "you are maddening.

When you are politest, I fume and strike fire--here within!" "Mental arson!" shrugged the Duke of Connecticut, relighting his cigarette with a blazing twig.

"For that singular crime.

Excellency, my deepest apologies." The Baron stared, frowned, and laughed.

One may know very little of one's secretary, after all.
"You are a curious young man!" said he.
The Duke of Connecticut admitted that this might be so.