"Think you could do another?" Faber asked Louis. The reply was quite stately.
"Sir, I am at your disposition."
Maryska went off with five crowns this time. When she was gone, her father thawed a little.
"Have you seen much of this place?"
"Just as much as the harbour showed me."
"Staying here long?"
"Why, as to that—why stay?"
Paleologue knocked the ashes off his cigarette with magnificent dignity.
"You make guns; why not see some of them go off?"
"Do you suggest fighting?"