"Style, you know," he added, "is the man." "Very true, sir; you are quite right, sir," the colonel assented; he wondered who Flaubert was.
Beaton praised Baudelaire and Maupassant; he said these were the masters.

He recited some lurid verses from Baudelaire; Lindau pronounced them a disgrace to human nature, and gave a passage from Victor Hugo on Louis Napoleon, with his heavy German accent, and then he quoted Schiller.

"Ach, boat that is a peaudifool! Not zo ?" he demanded of March.
"Yes, beautiful; but, of course, you know I think there's nobody like Heine!" Lindau threw back his great old head and laughed, showing a want of teeth under his mustache.

He put his hand on March's back.

"This poy--he was a poy den--wars so gracy to pekin reading Heine that he gommence with the tictionary bevore he knows any Grammar, and ve bick it out vort by vort togeder." "He was a pretty cay poy in those days, heigh, Lindau ?" asked Fulkerson, burlesquing the old man's accent, with an impudent wink that made Lindau himself laugh.