"My friend Wright has gone away for a week or two, but I suspect the ladies are simply staying at home." "Gad, I was afraid your friend Wright had taken them away with him; he seems to keep them all in his pocket.

I was afraid he had given them marching orders; they 'd have been sure to go--they 're so awfully fond of his pocket! I went to look them up yesterday--upon my word I did.
They live at a baker's in a little back-street; people do live in rum places when they come abroad! But I assure you, when I got there, I 'm damned if I could make out whether they were there or not.

I don't speak a word of German, and there was no one there but the baker's wife.

She was a low brute of a woman--she could n't understand a word I said, though she gave me plenty of her own tongue.

I had to give it up.