“She is good enough as a girl,” said the Prince with a frightful yawn as they turned down the Rue Tronchet.
“Well, then,” said De Nani, “try a mistress.”
“I have four,” replied Toto dolorously.
“Dismiss them.”
“I have, but they cling on.”
“Get drunk.”
“Can’t. I was born drunk, and am beginning to get sober. That is what’s the matter with me, I think.”
“Try opium.”
“Makes me sick.”
“Ether capsules.”