Selingman saw it and pressed on.
"There are laurels to be won which will never fade," he continued, setting down his empty tumbler, "laurels to be won by that statesman of your country, the little boy France, who is big enough and strong enough to stand with his feet upon the earth and proclaim--'I am for France and my own people, and my own people only, and I will make them great through all the centuries by seeing the truth and leading them towards it, single-purposed, single-minded.' ...

But these things are not to be disposed of so readily as this wonderful Berncastler--I beg its pardon, Berncastler Doctor--of our host.

For to-night I have said my say.

I have whims, perhaps, but with me serious affairs are finished for the night.
I go to the Sporting Club.

Mademoiselle keeps my place at the baccarat table.