Why can't you say, like a man, you don't understand German?
Who are your friends, pray?
We've quite enough boys about the place without any more.

What is it, you boys?
We've nothing for you!" "Poor boys," said the good-looking lady before mentioned; "they look quite hungry." "So we are," said Magnus.

"_Ainsi nous sommes_." "_Tout droit_" said Venus (that was her name), with a smile across the table at the gentleman with the Jew's harp; "_vous aurez quelque chose a manger dans une seconde_.

Make room for the boys, Vulcan.

We'll excuse you." Here the lame gentleman with the murky face slowly hobbled up, apparently greatly relieved to be allowed to go.