This irritated me.

The incident was repeated so many times that I said: "I trust Herr will remember me in the days to come." "Eh ?" somewhat startled, I thought.
"I observed that you will possibly remember me in the days to come.
Or, perhaps I resemble some one you know." "Not in the least," was the haughty retort.
I shrugged and relit my pipe.

The tobacco I had purchased in Paris, and it was of the customary vileness.

Perhaps I could smoke out Mein Herr.

But the task resulted in a boomerang.