"Why, no."
"Oh! you make me weary."
"Never mind; tell me why?"
"My dear girl, it's a matter of the point of view; that's all."
III
THE YOUNG MAN FROM PLACE CADET
An awkward, loutish youth entered the office.
"Place Cadet, monsieur?"
"This isn't the office; it's out on the boulevard, at the left, just at the corner."
"Exceedingly obliged; will there be a seat?"
"How do you expect us to know, when this isn't the office?"