“Monsieur Claudius,” said the actor to me, “there is not a single scene here that would suit the Prise de Pékin!”
“But we are not at Pekin, my dear Caterna.”
“That is true, and it has to be remembered, if we are to be thankful for little.”
“’Thankful for very little,’ as the Italians say.”
“Well, if they say that, they are no fools.”
As we were about to board the car again, I saw Popof running toward me, shouting:
“Monsieur Bombarnac!”
“What is the matter, Popof?”
“A telegraph messenger asked me if there was any one belonging to the Twentieth Century in the train.”
“A telegraph messenger?”