are my bankers and attorneys; in fact, I own an interest in the firm." "What is this you tell me ?" cried the king.
"Sire, we English have a peculiar trait; it is asking for something after we have taken it.

The human countenance is a fine picture book.
I should like to read that belonging to your cousin Josef, providing I could read unobserved." "My friend!" said the king.
"Say nothing.

Here is the bulldog; take him to her Royal Highness with my compliments.

There is no truer friend than an animal of his breed.
He is steadfast in his love, for he makes but few friends; he is a good companion, for he is undemonstrative; he can read and draw inferences, and your enemies will be his.

I shall bid you good afternoon.