MARK, BISMARCK, LINCOLN, AND DARWIN
I had been to see Bismarck to help boom Bryan for the Presidency, when that gentleman happened to get defeated for the Senate.
“And is old Bismarck still reading those trashy French novels?” inquired Mark.
“Much worse,” I said.
“Started Paul de Kock over again?”
“Worse still. He is reading Mark Twain now.”
“You don’t say. Since when the reform?”
“Since his daughter-in-law, Herbert’s wife, the little Countess Hoyos, gave him a set for Christmas.”
“Hoyos, Hoyos. I met some people of that name in Italy.”
“Your fair patroness hails from Trieste, or neighborhood.”