Quantum suff. Though our lives be henceforth as two rivers flowing east and west, the recollection of past favours will be with me, honoured sir, as a plant in perennial bloom. What says P'an T'ang-shên?—"A man should find as much joy in the remembrance of a friend as though his worst enemy were to boil in oil."
My son, who is now under the tutorial charge of Mr. Chang Fu-sing—[purely honorary—no pay. Ch. F.-s., B.A. Oxon.]—adds, as in duty bound, his humble respects.
Permit me, honoured sir, to subscribe myself
Your most grateful obedient Servant,
AH LUM.
P.S.—May I venture once more to commend the works of Li T'ai-poh to your august attention?
"Thanks!" said Brin, handing the letter back. "I am ver' much interested. The English is good, hein? In the idiom of Oxford? Permit me to make a copy for my book that will appear at early date, L'Ascension de la Chine."
Meanwhile Humphrey Brown had gone to the window, and stood with his hands in his pockets looking into the crowded street. A cab rattled up to the door of the hotel.
"I say," said Humphrey, "here's a funny old guy. Come and look, Agnes."
"I prefer to listen to the conversation," said Agnes, a self-possessed girl of thirteen.